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asigh. “But I do know this is the kind
of a case you either crack in a hurry or
it goes into the file until the screwball
kills somebody else.

“It isn’t like an ordinary case be-
cause there is no motive. All we’ve got
is a description of the man seen with
the boy. If he gets out of the area, it
won’t do us much good. We’ve got to
grab him right away.”

“But how?”

Guggenmos scowled. He bit his lower
lip until the teeth marks showed, He
was a cop, and this was his job. But
how do you do a job when you don’t
know how to make the next move?
Where do you go when you ve reached
a blind alley?

¢¢] ET’S see what we know about this
fellow,” he said finally, his voice
weary and without enthusiasm.

“What do you mean?” Bell asked.

“Well, he doesn’t have any teeth.
How can we use that fact to find him?”

“Circularize the dentists and ask if
a man who looks like that has been in
lately for dentures,” Garn suggested.
“And try the prisons; maybe this
character has a record and prison den-
tists will recognize the description.”

“That’s the way to do it!” Guggen-
mos cried. “Get at it in the morning.
What else?”

“The suit,” Bell put in. “It was too
small for him. Why would a man wear
a suit that’s too small?”

“Maybe it’s a brother’s or a friend’s.”

“Or he bought it in a hock shop,” sug-
gested Garn.

“Probably not. It’s supposed to be a
good suit.”

Guggenmos said, “Maybe he stole it,
Try the burglary and hijacking records
around here and in Los Angeles for a
stolen charcoal suit with gold thread.
What else?”

“He used a knife,” said Garn. “But
that doesn’t mean much.”

Guggenmos reached for a telephone.
“Maybe it does. What about whatie case
in Long Beach?” .

UESDAY in the neighboring beach
community, a landlady had discov-
ered the unclothed body of a male
beauty operator student stabbed to
death in the wreckage of a lavish pent-
house apartment. His blond wig was
beside the body. The victim, John Wil-
liam Berg, had been stabbed repeat-
edly in the chest and abdomen and his
body covered with a blanket.

“Can’t see any connection between it
and this case,’’ Garn said indifferently.
Fd aren’t the same type of crime at
all

“A knife was used.”

“Sure. A knife isn’t an unusual
weapon.”

Bell interposed: “I read the last tele-
type on the case. They think it’s some
kind of a jealousy deal, This Berg was
quite a ladies’ man and being in a
beauty shop, he had plenty of oppor-
tunity to meet the ladies.”

Guggenmos picked up his telephone
and asked the operator to connect him
with Long Beach Police Headquarters.
Shr me Captain Loren Martin,” he
said.

“What makes you think they could be
connected?” Bell asked, as Guggen-
mos waited for the call.

“Just the knife, that’s all.”

Captain Loren Q. Martin, who was in
charge of the Long Beach investigation,
was not on duty. Guggenmos asked for
his home telephone number and placed
a second call for him.

Garn and Bell sat by waiting. They
were convinced that Guggenmos was
clutching at straws.

Finally the call went through.

“Loren, this is Bob Guggenmos. Sorry
to wake you up but we’ve got a nasty
one here.”

“Yeah. I read your last teletype be-
fore I went home,” Martin said sleepily.
“Anything I can do?”

‘ signs of a violent struggle.

“I was wondering about that case of
yours.”

“The Berg case?”

“Yes. Could they be connected?”

“T hardly think so, Bob. It’s an en-
tirely, different kind of a case. It had
us in'a whirl for a couple of days but I
think we’re finally on the right track.
We hope to have it cleaned up in a
couple of days.”

“You know the killer?”

“Not by name. But we think we’ve
got it figured out.”

“Mind telling me about it?”

“Not at all. Wait until I get a cigaret.
I’m still a little foggy from sleep.”

Martin explained that the lavish
apartment where Berg lived had shown
The fact
that the body had been unclothed had
led the investigators to believe at first
that someone had broken in while he
was sleeping, possibly a prowler.

However, a thorough search of the
apartment revealed dishes in the sink
and cigaret butts and glasses to indi-
cate that someone had been with Berg
during the evening.

The blond wig found beside the body
had been thought to belong to the slayer
but later was established as that of the
victim.

“He was only twenty-seven but he
was starting to get bald, so he wore the
wig,” Martin explained. “We talked to
all of his friends and found he was
rather peculiar in his habits. We've got
a list of about ten fellows and we think
we can turn the killer up among them.”

ISAPPOINTMENT showed on the
face of Guggenmos as he talked
with Martin. This angle had failed him.
Not even by the widest stretch of imag-
ination could the killing of the beau-
tician student and the boy be connected.
“Sorry to have bothered you at this
time of night, Loren,” Guggenmos
apologized. ‘But we’ve reached a dead
end. I was hoping you had turned up
something that might give us a lead.”
“No bother,” Martin said warmly. “I
just wish I could help. I know what it’s
like to sit on a tough one and not know
where to make the next move. We were
like that on the Berg case until yester-

“I'd sure like some kind of a break on
this one.”

“It’s funny, but you can never tell
where or how you'll find something that
will open it up. We're keeping our lead
under wraps until we can grab the man.
Have you got time to hear about it?”

“Sure thing.”

a ELL, we had these friends of his

as suspects but no way to point
to any of them until I went through his
personal effects. I found a canceled
check for a hundred and sixty-five dol-
lars with a name on it for an endorse-
ment.”

“One of the friends?”
interrupted.

“Not that easy. I followed through
on it and found he had given the check
to a tailor for a suit. It seemed to be a
dead end and I almost gave it up. But
we looked, and the suit wasn’t in his
apartment. We’re almost positive the
killer took it, If he did, then the suit is
going to finger him for us.”

“What kind of a suit?” Guggenmos
placed the question excitedly and his
hand tensed as he waited.

“Berg was a fancy dresser. It’s a
tailor-made job of a charcoal color with
metallic gold thread in it. We won't
have any trouble identifying it and the
tailor is positive he can recognize his
workmanship.”

“How big was Berg?”

“About five ten. Medium build.”

Very calmly, Guggenmos said, “Our
killer is wearing your suit.”

“What?”

“Didn't you get our bulletins?”

“What do you mean? The last I saw
was around six when I left the office.”

Guggenmos

Guggenmos told him then that the
toothless, lantern-jawed man who was
seen last with the boy had been wear-
—- charcoal suit with a gold thread
ini

“And the suit didn’t fit him,” Guggen-
mos went on. ‘“He’s over six feet two.
His arms hung out of the sleeves away
above his wrists and the trousers were
short.”

“Are you sure it’ s the same suit?”

“Your description fits it perfectly.”

Guggenmos described the gaunt man
seen with Larry. Martin could not
recognize him as any of the suspects
who had been turned up in connection
with the slaying of Berg.

Puzzled, Martin asked: ‘“‘What pos-
sible connection could there be between
the killing of the boy and the killing of
Berg? We were just about convinced
Berg’s death was in some way involved
with jealousy or revenge.”

“I don't know,” Guggenmos declared.
“However, it’s too much to assume the
suit could be a coincidence. All of our
witnesses noticed it. They tie in some-
place. All we’ve got to do is find out
how.”

And that was the problem.

Guggenmos, Garn and Bell thor-
oughly discussed: the new angle that
looked as if it would provide them with
the first lead to the gaunt killer.

“You just can’t figure a motive for
the killing of the boy,” Garn insisted.
“It isn’t a morals case. He couldn’t have
given the man any reason to become
angry with him. It doesn’t make sense.”

“To the contrary,’’ Guggenmos chal-
lenged. ‘The fact that it doesn’t make
sense may be the logical aswer.”

“That’s about as contradictory a
statement as I’ve ever heard,” Garn
declared.

“Not if the man is a psychopathic
killer. If so, he wouldn’t need a motive.
And no motive is apparent for the slay-
ing of either Berg or the boy.”

BELL interrupted the discussion. “I
think we’re talking around the main
issue. How do we find him?”

“Just one way,” Guggenmos declared
decisively. “Through that ill-fitting
suit and while he’s still wearing it. As
long as he has it on, he’s as conspicuous
as a neon sign. But if he sheds it and
gets into old clothes that fit him, he'll
be just another Skid Row bum.”

The detectives hurriedly prepared
new teletype bulletins urging every pos-
sible effort by all law-enforcement
agencies to aid them in the search for
the tall, toothless slayer in the ill-fitting
charcoal suit.

Guggenmos reasoned that if the man
were a psychopathic Killer, the two
slayings might not be the only two he
had committed. Nor would they be the
last.

He sent out additions to the bulletins
requesting information on any similar
unsolved cases, giving the details of the
slashings of Berg and the boy.

Ts following morning at nine Lieu-
tenants Larry Scarborough and
Courtney McClendon reported for duty
at the Homicide Bureau of the Los
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partner.

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“Could it be the tunnel knifer?”

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The area was roped off, but too late
to preserve any foot-prints that might
have been left by the criminal.

In the bloodsoaked sand, Guggenmos
founda small ceramic elephant with
one foot broken off.

“That looks like a prize from one of
the concessions,” Garn said.

Guggenmos argeed. ‘We'll canvass
ie right away. It could give us a

lead.”

Technicians from the police lab ar-
rived. Guggenmos instructed them to
sift the sand around the scene as soon
as photographs were taken on_ the
chance the assailant might have
dropped something from his pockets.

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Then a uniformed officer came up to
the detectives with a youth he identified
as Almore McCowan. ‘This fellow says
he saw the kid with a man,” the officer
declared,

McCowan was questioned and told
the detectives that he had stopped on
the boardwalk for a hot dog. The boy
who had been stabbed was at the hot-
oe stand at the time. A man was with

im.

“Do you know the boy?” Guggenmos
asked. .

McCowan shook his head. “But I

saw him when the ambulance took him

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away and I know it was the same kid.
He was telling the hot-dog man that he
won an elephant throwing balls at milk
bottles. He was real excited about it.”

Asked for a description of the man,
McCowan hesitated. ‘I don’t know ex-
actly what he looked like, except maybe
a scarecrow.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he was big and skinny.”

“How big?”

More than six feet, two inches tall,
the youth estimated. The face was
gaunt, with prominent cheekbones and
a thrust-out, lantern-like jaw.

The resemblance to a scarecrow, how-
ever, was caused by the suit the man
wore. It was much too small for him
with his wrists hanging out from th«
sleeves and the trousers well above hi:
ankles.

The detectives were leaving to bk
taken to the hot-dog stand where Mc-
Cowan had seen the pair when a secon«
youth came up to them. He identified
himself as Bob Green.

“I saw the kid and the man goin:
down the steps beside the pier as I wa:
coming up. Then, a couple of minute
later, I heard a scream.”

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The man in the charcoal suit visits again the lunch stand and, below,

spot where Larry was stabbed. Note how poorly the suit fits him.

But Guggenmos did not feel the con-
fidence he voiced. He was well aware
that this was going to be one of the most
difficult tasks he ever had undertaken.

He couldn't even be sure that the
killer was the toothless man who had
been seen with Larry. The fact that no
attempt had been made to molest the
boy left the killing without any ap-
parent motive.

A number of juvenile gang knifings
had been reported in the beach com-
munities. Rice was certain his son did
not belong to any gang but this did not
eliminate the possibility that one was
involved for some of the attacks had
been on innocent victims out of sheer
meanness.

Guggenmos felt that the most
promise for a lead lay in trying to fol-
low the movements of Larry to deter-
mine where he had met the tall, gaunt
man. Certainly, this man had to be
found to determine whether the investi-
gation would have to go beyond him.

With Detectives Garn and Bell, he
visited the school officials. They re-
vealed that Larry had been sent home
shortly after he had reached school at
nine o’clock. ‘

Starting at the Rice home on Four-
teenth Avenue in Venice, the detectives
canvassed the most probable route
Larry would have taken to Santa
Monica. They questioned householders,
shopkeepers, service-station operators
—anyone who might have seen the boy.
They also asked about a gaunt man in
an ill-fitting charcoal suit.

Particular attention was given to
service stations for the detectives felt
that the killer probably had been in a
car and had given Larry a ride.

An intensive canvass was conducted
in the amusement pier area in the hope

that the man had parked his car in one
of the numerous parking lots and had
been noticed.

As the news of the slaying spread,
civic leaders and Chamber of Com-
merce officials met with Santa Monica
City Manager Randall M. Dorton and
Chief Maulkner to discuss means of ap-
prehending the killer and clearing the
beach area of known deviates.

Ta dragnet operating under the full
power of the police scooped up a
score of suspects. Several times during
the evening the witnesses were brought
to Headquarters to view the men, but
the one who had been with Larry was
not among them.

As the hours slipped by without a
lead, the investigators knew that every
lost minute could be taking the elusive
killer further from their grasp. If he
was in a car, he might be fleeing across
the country, where his unusual appear-
ance would be less easily recognized.

Near midnight, Guggenmos, Garn
and Bell returned to Headquarters.
They had looked into every angle they
could think of.

“I guess we may as well get some
shut-eye,” Garn said wearily as he
sprawled in a half sitting position in a
chair,

“Yeah,” Bell agreed without enthusi-
asm. “Only, who could sleep? Every
time I close my eyes, I can see that kid.”

Guggenmos sat at his desk with his
elbows on the top and his chin in his
hands, staring blankly at the wall.

“What do you think, Bob?” Garn
asked.

“What's that?”

“What can we do?”

“I don’t know,” Guggenmos said with

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Green thought the cry had come from
under the pier and he had stopped mo-
mentarily, believing that someone had
been hurt. But no further cry came
and he had passed it off as the scream
of children playing. ;

His description of the man tallied
closely with the one supplied by Mc-
Cowan. -

“What time was this?” Guggenmos
asked.

“About three o’clock.”

Guggenmos stopped at the police car
and radioed Chief Otto Faulkner at
Headquarters.

“We’ve got a nasty deviate case,” he
reported. “Maybe we’d better round up
the men with previous morals records.
Apparently we have a couple of wit-
nesses who can identify the man if we
should happen to net him,” i

Faulkner immediately called in every
available officer and organized a full-
scale dragnet operation to pick up all
known deviates. He also notified neigh-
boring cities of the crime and requested
their assistance and cooperation.

The operator of the hot-dog stand re-
called the boy and the gaunt man who
had stopped.

“A toothless fellow,” the lunch-stand
operator said. “He didn’t have a tooth
in his head. I wondered at the time
how he was going to eat a hot dog, but
you should have seen him gum it. I'll
rept he’s been without teeth for a long

e.”’

“How old was he?”

“Not very old. In his thirties, I'd
guess. But not having any teeth made
his lips fall in and his chin stick out
and his face looked older.”

The lunch-stand operator described
the man as having dark hair, deep-set
eyes and heavy, bushy eyebrows.

“He had the kind of a face a movie
director for a horror show would go nuts

and massaged the heart. They brought
him back, all right, but it doesn’t look
promising.”

The surgeons struggled valiantly to
overcome the 30 deep knife wounds. But
they were handicapped because the
youngster had lost so much blood dur-
ing the hour he had lain whimpering
and unable to move under the pier.

Another obstacle was sand in the
boy’s nose, throat and lungs. The as-
sailant apparently had pushed his face
in the sand to muffle any screams.

TH description of the lantern-jawed,
gaunt, toothless man who had been
seen with boy was broadcast over the
police network that links all California
law-enforcement agencies.

Guggenmos and the detectives tried
to retrace the pair on the amusement
pier. Within a short time they came to
Mrs. Ida Marks, who ran a concession
offering prizes for anyone knocking
down a pyramid of wooden pins resem-
bling milk bottles.

“Sure, I remember the toothless gent
with the little boy,” Mrs. Marks told
them. “They were here about noon.
The little fellow pitched about a dozen
balls and finally knocked the bottles
over and won an elephant,”

“Do you remember having seen either
of them before?”

Mrs. Marks shook her head. “I heard
that a boy was knifed under the pier.
Is he the one?”

“We think so.”. Guggenmos showed
her the ceramic elephant. ;

“That's it,” she stated positively.
“Where was his father?”

“Father?” Guggenmos questioned.

“The man with him.”

“Was he the boy’s father?”

“I think so. I’m almost positive he
was.” Mrs. Marks paused a moment to
think.” “I remember, after the boy

mention where they were from? Were
they tourists?”

Mrs. Marks could not recall any men-
tion of where they were from. However,
she had noticed several things.

“Standing around in a place like this,
you get to judge people,” she said. “You
have to figure how far you can string
them along. Whether they'll spend a
quarter for three balls or maybe a
couple of bucks to go for a big prize,”

“What about this man?” ;

“I’d guess he was a farmer, or a
laborer of some kind, from a small
town. His hands, were as big as hams,
half again the size of yours, and rough,
with dirt ground into them and the nails
broken. Whatever he does, he works

» with his hands.”

She also had noticed the suit he had
worn. “It puzzled me and I couldn't
quite figure it out. But if I had to make
}9 co I’d say somebody gave it to

“Why?”

“It was too small for him. But it was
a good suit. A charcoal color with flecks
of gold thread. I know materials and
I'll bet you couldn’t buy a suit like it
for a hundred-dollar bill, maybe more.
But he wasn’t a hundred-dollar-suit
man. He looked like the kind of a per-
son who would buy his clothes out of a
mail-order catalogue.” _

This information was perplexing.
The concern showed by the: man for
the boy, noticed by both the hot-dog-
stand operator and the concessionaire,
was not in keeping with the brutal
Slashing. Yet a witness had seen the
man going down the steps on the pier
with the boy. :

Laboratory technicians had com-
pleted their work at the scene. They
had found no physical evidence that
might be used for a lead.

The detectives continued their search

Southern California. Maybe that will
do it.”

It did.

In the neighboring coastal commun-
ity of Venice half an hour later, a man
stopped a police officer on the street and
—s him if he had seen a ten-year-old

oy. :

“My kid left a note saying he was go-
ing to the beach,” the man said. “But
he always shows.up at meal time and he
isn’t home yet.” ;

The patrolman had been advised of
the slaying in Santa Monica. He asked
for a description of the missing boy. It
closely resembled the victim,

The man, Henry G. Rice, was rushed
to the morgue room of the Santa
Monica Hospital, where Guggenmos
and the detectives were waiting.

A pitiful cry came from Rice’s throat
as an attendant drew back the sheet to
reveal the still features of the litt'e vic-

tim. The boy was his son, Larry George ~

Rice.

When he recovered from the initial
shock, he told the officers what he could
about Larry’s activities that afternoon.

Rice explained that his wife had died
two weeks before after a lingering ill-
ness. He had sent a younger son to
stay with his grandparents in Oxnard
and had hired a housekeeper to care for
himself and Larry at their home.

“My wife’s death wasn’t unexpected, |

so I had things pretty well worked out,”
Rice said. “Only this morning, I asked
the woman to take my car in to have the
brakes relined. She left the house
shortly after Larry was sent off to
school.”

Rice, who worked at the Hughes Air-
craft Company, said he had received a
call from the school about noon, saying
that Larry had been sent home because
rnd a failed to bring a note from his

ather.

Two Skin Divers Went Into the Murky Waters of the Bay and Came Up
Empty-Handed. Then a Navy Man Put on His Deep-Sea Suit and Went in,
‘Way Down. There They Were—The Car and the Body—The Sixth Body

about. He could have played the part
without make-up. The deep lines in his
face made him look real rugged. But he
acted like a nice-enough fellow. The
kid was crazy about him, You know,

you can’t tell what a man is like by how:

he looks. We can’t all be handsome.”

“What time were they here?”

“Around half-past two, maybe a
quarter to three.”

The boy had displayed proudly the
ceramic elephant he had won throwing
balls. He also had mentioned the fun
he’d had on some of the rides in the
amusement-pier area.

“This is a school day,” Guggenmos
said. ‘Why wasn’t he in school at that
time?”

The lunch man said, “We get a lot of
kids out here during the day. Most of
the time they're tourists. People with
young kids take them out of school
when they come here for a visit. I
thought the fellow with the kid was his
old man.”

Guggenmos next: telephoned the
Santa Monica Hospital and talked to
the officer who had accompanied the
ambulance. .

“Anything in the boy’s clothes to tell
who he is?” the Captain asked.

“Not a thing-”

“How's he doing?”

“Not good. His heart stopped while
they had him on the operating table
and one of the doctors made an incision

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knocked down the bottles, I told him he
could be proud to have a son like that.
He just smiled. He didn’t correct me
and neither did the boy.”

The detectives questioned the woman
closely, pressing her for every detail
she could recall while the man and boy
were at the stand:

She’d had the impression that the
man had been particularly proud of the
boy’s achievement in knocking down
the bottles and also was determined to
make sure the youngster was enjoying
himself.

“Didn’t you think it odd that they
should be here at that time on a school
day?” Guggenmos asked.

“As a matter of fact, I did. I nearly
mentioned it. But then I thought bet-
ter of it. I sort of had it figured out
for myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I said to myself that I’d bet the
parents were separated. It was prob-
ably the father’s day to have the boy
and he was out to show him a good time.
Maybe it was the boy’s birthday or
something like that. The way the man
acted, he was just busting himself to see
that the kid had fun.” .

Was it possible the tall, gaunt man
who had been with the boy was his
father? If so, what was the explanation
jad ta vicious knife attack under the
pier a
Guggenmos asked: “They didn’t

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along the beach for anyone who might
have seen the boy and man, hoping that
they at least could identify the victim.
But the search proved futile. F

Several known morals offenders were
picked up in the dragnet and brought
in to Headquarters. But the gaunt,
lantern-jawed man was not. among
them.

Shortly after six o’clock, word came
from the hospital that the boy had died
despite the heroic struggle put up by the
physicians.

The patrolman assigned to the
hospital notified Guggenmos. ‘Here’s
something that may interest you,” he
added. “I talked to the doctors and
they say the boy was stabbed thirty
times but that’s all. The killer is not a
deviate.”

“Are they sure?”

“Positive.”

Then what was the motive for the
slaying? What reason could anyone
have for hacking a boy to death with a
knife? -

“Didn’t you find anything to identify
him?” Guggenmos asked.

“Only his clothes. And they’re the
bid you can buy in any department
store.”

Guggenmos looked at his wrist watch.
“It’s nearly supper time. Somebody
will be missing him soon. We have a
teletype message out with his descrip-
tion to every police department in

re

“Larry got into a little trouble for
sassing a teacher the other day,” Rice
said. “I was supposed to write the note
saying he had told me about it but I’ve
been so upset since my wife died that I
forgot about it. When they called, I
thought the housekeeper would be home
and could write the note for him, but
she wasn’t back yet when he got there,
I guess.”

W HEN Larry had reached home and
found no one there, he apparently
felt that he couldn’t return to school
without the note, so he had left the
message that he was going to the beach.

The tall, toothless man who had been
seen with Larry at the amusement pier
in Santa Monica was described to Rice.
He was unable to recall anyone who
might match the description.

“Would he go with a stranger?” Gug-
genmos asked.

“I’m afraid he would,” Rice said. “I’ve
had to neglect him while my wife was
sick, And it’s pretty tough on a little
fellow when he loses his mother. If
anyone was nice and kind, I’m afraid
he’d go right with him.”

Guggenmos attempted to comfort the
grieving father. “We'll find the man
who did this and we'll see he is
punished. I can promise you that every
police officer in Southern California is
looking for the killer right now. He
will be found.”

Pe eee

a

no trace of regret in his manner or tone, he
declared:

“T killed him to get back at the world for
some of the pushing around I took when I
was akid...I’m happy now, and I hope you
are, too.”

Nash was taken to Santa Monica for
identification by other witnesses and later
he obliged police by reenacting the murder.
“IT met the kid near the Ocean Park Pier,”
he said. “‘I treated him to some games and I
was glad when he won that little elephant.
Then we walked up the beach and
wandered under the Santa Monica Pier. I
boosted him over that big drain.

“Suddenly I saw my chance to get even
with the world. I got an urge to kill him. I
pulled out my knife, grabbed the kid, and
cut him in the stomach. He started to yell,
so I threw him face down in the sand and
kept stabbing him till he shut up. I don’t
know how many times I stabbed him.

The veteran officers listening to the big
ex-con’s unfeeling recital were left
speechless. Nash continued: “Now I’m
square with the world.” In a leering, bragg-
ing tone that belied the words he uttered,
he then said, “I’m sorry it had to bea little
boy, but I had to get even. I had a good
sleep last night for the first time in weeks.”

Long Beach detectives identified the
badly-fitting charcoal gray suit as a the
porperty of slain John Berg. Questioned
about that murder, Nash blandly said:
“Sure, I killed that fellow, too. I didn’t like
him. I was on the prowl in Long Beach
Sunday night and I got talking to him and
went up to his place for the sake of a meal
and a flop. But that fellow bothered me. He
kept puttering around the apartment and I
couldn’t sleep.

“So I stabbed him. I took the suit he’d
been wearing and some money from his
wallet. I went over to Santa Monica, had a
swim at the beach, and rented a room
there.”

The mysterious reference to the
Southern drawl that characterized the
speech of the alleged killer of John Berg
was now cleared up. At some time or other,
Steve Nash had lost all his teeth. His
toothless gums impaired his speech.

Now, under the questioning of detec-
tives and reporters, Nash became expan-
sive, obviously relishing the spotlight in
which he suddenly found himself. He said
he began to hate the world when the judge:
sent him to San Quentin in 1948.

“That was when I lost all my feeling
and made myself hard. I hate people!”’

He admitted quite candidly that he
made his living by strongarm robbery, and
that he had committed “at least a

hundred” such crimes since he last
got out of prison. He said the
$400 he had when he left San

Francisco comprised loot from several
robberies.

But Nash suddenly turned coy when
questioned about the Sacramento killing
of Floyd Barnett. “Maybe I could tell you
about that, and maybe I could tell you
about some other murders, too. But I’m no
dummy. I want $1,000 cash before I'll
talk.”

“What’ll you do with the money?”
someone asked.

Nash shrugged. “It’ll give me a lot of
satisfaction just to tear it-up and flush it
down th john!”

Nash didn’t get the $1,000 he wanted,
but his greed succumbed to his appetite for

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the limelight. He made no secret of the
pleasure he was getting from the shocked
reactions to his words as he recounted
details of his violence-studded career.
Without further urging, he admitted that
he had killed Floyd Barnett in the hobo
jungle in Sacramento. He said he slugged
him with an iron pipe, then “carved him
up” with his hunting knife.

Why? one of his interrogators asked.

Nash said he just “happened to take a
sudden dislike” to Barnett while they: were
drinking together.

Now, apparently encouraged by the
shocked reactions of his listeners, Nash
went on to describe two more murders he
said he had committed in Northern
California. While he was being hunted for
the Oakland assault for qghich he later
served six months at the prison farm, he
said, he had slugged a young hitchhiker,
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bag in the back of his old Ford sedan for
two days, and finally dumped it in a ravine
near Hayward.

“We were drinking wine and I
got tired of his gambling with the money
I’d given him,” Nash said, in a tone which
suggested his minor irritation constituted
a good enough reason for murder.

Then he told about another killing. One
night, in August of 1956, Nash said, he
knocked off a young San Franciscan with

whom he had struck up a chance acquain-.

tance. Then, with the man’s body in the
front seat, he pushed the victim’s car into
the bay off a dock in Oakland.
Contemptuously he explained, “He was
a college graduate, and he told me he was
working for a big corporation for only $62 a
month. When he told me that, I got mad,
because he was so stupid. I knew I had to
kill him, I stabbed him about eight times.
He didn’t have any money on him.
I took his wrist watch and wore it for a
month, but I finally threw it in the
Sacramento River.”
Pressed for more details, the saturnine
homicidal maniac recalled that the name
* of his December victim was “Jim Burns,”
and that actually he had dumped his body

into the bay near the Alameda Naval Air
Station, not in a ravine near Hayward, as
he had claimed in his first account of this
murder.

A check of police records showed that at
Richmond, north of Oakland, the body of
William C. Burns, 24, a transient, had been
recovered from the inner harbor on
January 24, 1956. He had died from a
fractured skull, and the autopsy establish-
ed that his body have been in the water
about a month, which jibed with Nash’s
story.

Police now endeavored to determine
whether the young college graduate Nash
had killed in August was Robert T. Eche,a
21-year-old gas company draftsman who
had disappeared on the night of August
18th. He had been driving the family car,a
Chevrolet sedan. He was reported missing
on August 19th, but no trace of the youth,
or of his car, was ever found.

In October, Eche’s wallet, containing
his identification, had been mailed to his
family.

Nash now went coy again. He hinted
archly that he might remember the name
of his San Francisco victim, but first he
wanted $1,000. No one would give him the
money, but when Sergeant Scarborough
asked Nash if the victim’s initials were
“R.E.,” he replied, “Could be.”

Soon afterward, without prompting, he
came up with the name “Robert Eche.” He
also identified a photo of Eche and describ-
ed his car. But he refused to tell where he
had ditched the victim and his car until he
was paid $1,000. A long search and dragg-
ing operations by the Coast Guard and
police of San Francisco and Oakland
failed to turn up any trace of it.

With his score standing at five known
and admitted murders, plus two lethal
assaults, all in less than a year’s time,
Stephen Nash was playing to the hilt his
role of infamous celebrity. Unmistakably,
he took a fiendish delight in the shocked
reactions of detectives and reporters who
interviewed him.

“I just hate people,” he repeated fre-
quently. “Every so often, something comes
over me and I have to kill somebody. When
the cops picked me up, I was on my way to
Arizona to get me agun so I could kill some
more people.”

Predictably, the news of Steve Nash’s
monstrous murder admissions sparked a
wave of ‘inquiries, from all over the coun-
try, from police departments which had
unsolved murders of distinctive brutality
on their books. All efforts to connect Nash
with any of these, however, came to
naught.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Chief
Deputy District Attorney Adolph Alex-
ander went to the grand jury and on
December 6, 1956, he obtained an indict-
ment charging Nash with murders of
Rice and John Berg, and the assault on
Martin Grogan.

Then, under court order, Nash was
taken to San Francisco in an effort to clear
up cases still hanging fire there. He finally
cut his price for talking to $500, but
eventually, under the persuasive ap-
peals of Homicide Lieutenant Al Ne
lder, he relented and agreed to talk without
payment. .

In the eerie predawn hours of December
10th, Nash then led police and a salvage
crew to the Embarcardero between Piers 52

and 54, and pointed to a
water. A few hours |
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flatly refused to divulge
more victims unless he

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three ladies—one of them unmarried and
the others with husbands out of town—
between eight in the evening and 11 o’clock
the next morning. After the third session
Curley went home to bed for a short rest
and turned up at City Hall early in the
afternoon looking as fresh as the prover-
bial daisy.

Curley, being smart to begin with,
made a very good public servant, for all his
less admirable qualities. He was sincerely
behind all sorts of social legislation that
benefited the little people and which called
for higher taxes to those who lived on the
right side of the tracks.

In addition to Curley’s income as an
office holder, he had a law practice. There
were non-criminal clients who paid him
even when he was holding public office—
and he usually had a public job of some
kind. In the more than a third of a century
between 1911, when he first went to
Congress at the age of 36, until 1947, when
he was convicted of mail fraud at the age of
72, Curley was, as a Congressman, as a
three-time Mayor, as a Governor, as a
Congressman again and once more as
Mayor, seldom out of one public office or
another.

There wasn’t a single trick that Jim
didn’t play to the hilt when running for
office or when in office. Trickster or not,
sincere or insincere, Jim was the man
behind many social improvements that his
many enemies simply couldn’t dismiss
lightly when dealing with the voters.
there was no one who could gainsay his
boast that he was the man who transform-

ed, to use his own words, “the ugly, disease-
breeding mud flats of South Boston into a

mile-long strandway that provided the last’

word in bathing facilities for those who
could not afford to go to summer resorts.”

In his autobiography, written with the
help of someone who knew more about the
use of the English language than Jim, he
pointed out, “I built the L Street Bath
House with accomodations for five thou-
sand persons, complete with a solarium
equipped with an ultra-violet-ray glass
roof, leather couches and hot salt water to
alleviate the suffering of those afflicted
with rheumatism and arthritis. The L
Street Bath, which cost a third of a million
dollars, provides the poor with the com-
forts of a Florida trip.”

James Michael Curley was 60 years old
when, in 1945,he made another pitch for
the Mayoralty, almost a quarter of a cen-
tury after he made his first successful pitch
for the job—and won it again. He seemed to
be a supremely happy man. Although his
first wife had died he had quickly taken
unto himself a second bride—a lovely
widow, many years younger than he, who
was a piano accompanist at a radio sta-
tion.

It was while serving his fourth term as
Mayor that Jim got mixed up in a stock-
selling scheme that had one thing wrong
with it: The stocks were simply no damned
good. Smart as he had always been, Jim
pulled a blooper with this stock-selling
scheme. The result was that his enemies
got busy, went to the authorities and before

Jim knew what was happening he had
been indicted for using the mails to
defraud—a federal offense. Found guilty,
His Honor, the Mayor of Boston, was
sentenced to a jolt in Atlanta of six to 18
months, as stated earlier.

And who served as Mayor of Boston
while Curley was in the big house? Curley,
of course!

Jim and the then-President of the
United States, Harry Truman, were very
good friends. So Jim was in prison for less
than six months when Truman commuted
his sentence and he was a free man.

Jim could never be accused of not
having more than his share of nerve.
Resuming his post as Mayor of the Hub
after his prison pardon, he acted as if
nothing had happened. Or, as one enemy

‘worded it: “as if the bum had been on a

vacation somewhere.”

Curley ran for reelection as Mayor in
1949, This time, though the candidate, who
was in his 75th year of life, got walloped at
the polls. James Michael Curley had eight
more years of life to live. His story was
drawing toa bitter end. ,

Finally, he lay in state in the Hall of
Flags. More than a hundred thousand of
the little people—the woebegones from the
wrong side of the tracks—came to say
ll to their friend as he lay in his bier.

his was the original prototype of the
character Frank Skeffington, whom
Spencer Tracy was to play in the filming of
the best-selling book, The Last Hurrah.

ooo

‘*.. Obsessed
With Killing...’

(Continued from page 59)

On the afternoon of Tuesday,
November 27th, the landlady of an apart-
ment house in Long Beach found the
murdered body of one of her tenants. The
victim was the bachelor tenant of her
penthouse apartment, John William Berg,
who was found stretched nude on the floor
beside his disordered and bloody bed. Berg,
a handsome, 27-year-old Navy veteran and
a student hair stylist, had been stabbed
once in the stomach and twice in the neck.
He also had been savagely beaten about
the face.

Detectives could find no trace of a
murder weapon, but overturned and
broken furniture bore mute testimony toa
violent struggle. There was evidence of
ransacking of the small apartment, which
had been left in wild disorder. The victim’s
wallet had been emptied. Drawers had
been upended, and their contents scattered
helter-skelter. Lending a macabre touch to
the bloody scene was a woman’s wavy
blende wig perched atop the piled-up
drawer contents. Presumably, the student
hair stylist had used the wig for hair-
dressing practice.

The coroner estimated John Berg had
been dead for about 36 hours. From
lengthy interviews of his friends and
fellow students, Inspector Harry P. Finch
and Detective Robert F. Shaw were able to
reach a reasonable reconstruction of the
victim’s movements preceding the time of
his murder. The most significant part of
this reconstruction was the report that
Berg had been seen in a cafe at 3 o’clock on

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Monday morning, eating scrambled eggs.
He was said to have been with a “rough-
looking” man.

The latter was described as a man in his
late 20’s or possibly a little older, about six
feet tall with shaggy black hair, deepset
dark eyes, hollow cheeks, a long jaw anda
dark complexion. Witnesses said he was
wearing tightfitting bluejeans, well
bleached, and a dark, Eisenhower-type
denim jacket. A friend of the victim’s who
had seen them in the cafe said Berg
introduced the stranger as “Jim.” Jim
spoke with a Southern drawl, he added,
and mentioned that he was from North
Carolina and had been in the Navy.

While certain discrepancies in the .

report of this crime cast somé doubt that
the killer was Stephen Nash, Detective
Sergeants McClendon and Scarborough
had a strong hunch it was Nash, and that
he had struck again. The main discrepan-
cy was the Southern drawl, which didn’t
mesh with anything known about Nash.
The detectives went to Long Beach and
showed Nash’s mug shot to witnesses who
had seen the stranger with Berg, but the
best they could get was a couple of
statements that the man in the mug shot
“looked a lot like” the suspected murderer
of Berg. :
Scarborough and McClendon were
ready to bet a year’s pay that their hunch
was correct, and so convinced was Deputy
Chief Thad Brown of their instincts in the

matter that he authorized distribution of -

thousands of copies of the ex-con’s photo to
Los Angeles area lawmen. No bets were
overlooked. Officers who had “handled”
Nash in previous arrests were pressed into
the search on special assignment; they, at
least, would know the fugitive by sight: All

* persons known to have had any contact

with Nash were contacted and grilled.

Detectives Scarborough and McClendon
went to San Francisco and Oakland, but
no record of any crime could be found there
which might have impelled Nash to flee
the region so precipitately on November
10th.

Then Detective Scarborough
remembered that the dishwasher-
roommate of Nash had said he thought
Nash had come from Sacramento just
before they met. The L.A. probers
conferred with police in the California
capital.

They found something significant,
though not conclusive. On October 10th,
according to Chief J.V. Hicks of
Sacramento, the body of one Floyd Leroy
Barnett, a young transient, had been
found floating in the Sacramento River.
He had been slugged about the head and
stabbed repeatedly by a broad-bladed
knife. His throat was cut from ear to ear,
and investigation turned up evidence that
he’d been killed on a riverbank near a hobo
jungle; then his body was dragged or rolled
down the levee. No trace could be found of
tall, gaunt, hollow-eyed man with whom
the victim had been seen drinking by
witnesses.

The wanton, sadistic savagery of the
senseless crime certainly fit the pattern of
Steve Nash’s modus operandi. So did the
suspect’s description. McClendon and
Scarborough were morally convinced he
was the killer, to the point where they
became convinced he was the killer, to the
point where they became obsessed by the
urgency of finding him. Night and day,
without regard to scheduled working
hours, they ranged all over the Los
Angeles area when they returned from
their trip north. But all the clues and leads
were checked out; either proved to be
worthless, or they were just too late to

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catch up with the murderous ex-con.

The worst fears of the hard-working
detective team were realized on Thursday,
November 29th, when they received the
news of what loomed at once as the worst
possible tragedy, a crime of such appalling
ferocity and senselessness that even
hardened homicide veterans were left ap-
palled. Larry George Rice, a towheaded 10-
year-old, had been sent home from school
in the beach community of Venice that
morning because of his failure to bring a
note regarding a minor disciplinary infrac-
tion. That afternoon, it was learned that
the lad never reached home.

. Recalling that the youngster had been
given a dollar for spending money the
night before, a member of his family went
looking for him, driving slowly along the
beachfronts of Venice, Ocean Park and
Santa Monica, known to be among the
boy’s favorite recreation spots. The search
was in vain, and at 5:30 p.m. the boy’s
relative went to the Santa Monica Juvenile
Bureau and reported the youngster’s dis-
appearance.

To his horror, he learned that young

rry had been found more than two hours
earlier. Stabbed more than 30 times in the
abdomen, back and other parts of his body,
he died in the Santa Monica Hospital.

Even in its barest outlines, the story
behind this event was a tragedy that
staggered the senses. The mortally wound-
ed youngster had been found under the
crowded Santa Monica Municipal Pier at
2:30 that afternoon by two boys walking
along the six-foot-high strom drain under
the pier. When they came upon Larry, the
boy was doubled over on the bloody sand,
only half-conscious, moaning in agony
and clutching his horrendous wounds.

The horrified boys summoned a
lifeguard, who vainly tried to administer
first aid while waiting for the ambulance
and police summoned by another
lifeguard. Little Larry was rushed to the
hospital, where surgeons desperately wag-
ed a three-hour struggle to save his life.
They even resorted to open-heart massage
when his heart stopped, but all their efforts
were in vain. Ten-year-old Larry Rice died
without regaining consciousness.

Santa Monica police swiftly threw
every available man into the beach area in
an all-out effort to pick up the trail of the
maniacal killer. who had vented his
homicidal frenzy on a helpless youngster.
A horde of detectives and uniformed of-
ficers fanned through the area, question-
ing everyone in sight.

Two youths were found who said they
had seen little Larry, around 1 o’clock,
walking along the beach with a tall,
lantern-jawed, shagged-haired man wear-
ing an ill-fitting charcoal gray suit. They
thought the boy’s companion was about 40
years old. The boys said they saw the ill-
matched pair walk under the pier. A few
minutes later, they recalled, they heard a
series of high-pitched screams, but
thought nothing of it at the time. They had
assumed, as had anumber of other persons
in the vicinity, it later developed, that the
Screams came from a bunch of male and
female teenagers cavorting noisily up and
down the beach.

Police found another boy who told them
that a man of similar description had tried
to entice him under the pier a day or two
before.

In the bloodstained sand where little

Larry was found, officers came upon a

small ceramic elephant with one leg :

broken off. Detectives traced it to a conces-
sion on the Ocean Park Pier, where Larry
had won the trophy by tossing baseballs at
a pyramid of wooden milk bottles. The
woman who operated the concession
remembered the. tall, rangy man in the
badly-fitting dark suit, worn over a white
shirt, whom she had assumed was the
boy’s dad. :

“The man’s pants were almost six
inches too short for him,” she recalled,

darkness descended that evening,
the Santa Monica beach area became an,
armed. camp, with police saturating the
area. Meanwhile, Santa Monica Detective
Captain Robert Guggenmos had ordered a
sweeping roundup of all vagrants and
known or suspected sex offenders in the
city.

And in Los Angeles, Detective
Sergeants McClendon and Scarborough,
with sinking hearts, had their worst fears
confirmed when. they saw the teletype
reporting the monstrous murder of the boy
in Santa Monica. They were sure it was
Steve Nash’s work.

Even as they prepared to leave for
Santa Monica, however, the teletype
began to clatter again and the flashing
keys spelled out the message that the Skid
Row dragnet had finally paid off.

‘Stephen Nash had been taken into
custody less than an hour before!

He had been spotted and recognized
while driving a battered old sedan at East
Fifth Street and Maple Avenue by Officers
James W. Bennett and Russell Taggert.
Nash cut a ludicrous figure when he was
arrested. He was wearing a ridiculously ill-
fitting charcoal gray suit and white shirt.
Both his too-short trousers and his shirt
were spattered with blood, and blood was

- still encrusted on his hairy hands, as well

as on the razor-sharp hunting knife the

officers took from a leather scabbard

strapped to his right wrist.

Sergeants Scarborough and McClen-
don made no mention of the murder of the
body in Santa Monica when they question-
ed Nash. They concentrated on the hotel
stabbing of Marty Grogan, and they con-
sidered it significant that Nash admitted it
at once; it is acommon gambit of criminals
to admit readily a relatively minor crime in
the hope it will divert suspicion from them
in a far more serious offense.

According to Nash, the Grogan stab-
bing was done in self defense. He also
claimed he got the blood on his clothesina
fight on Skid Row the night before.

The Los Angeles detective sergeants
booked him on the Grogan assault
warrant and locked him up for the night,
then notified Santa Monica and Long
Beach authorities of their suspicions that
they had in custody the killer of John Berg
and little Larry Rice.

Early . next morning the teenage
witnesses in the youngster’s slaying were
brought to Los Angeles to view Steve Nash
in a lineup. They picked him out instantly
as the man they had seen with the child
murder victim.

Meanwhile the crime lab reported they
had found short blond hairs and bits of
herr in dried blood on the blade of Nash’s

nife.

borough, the rangy ex-con surlily admitted
that he had indeed slain Larry Rice. With

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been in the water
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Robert Eche.” He
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something comes
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vas on my way to
oI could kill some

s of Steve Nash’s
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tinctive brutality
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Angeles, Chief
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an effort to clear
there. He finally
ig to $500, but
persuasive ap-
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d to talk without

irs of December
‘e and a salvage
between Piers 52

and 54, and pointed to a spot in the murky
water. A few hours later, after being
located by N avy divers, the missing
Chevrolet containing the body of Robert
Kche was brought to the surface.

Under further questioning, Nash now
admitted the commission of six more
murders, all following the same savage
pattern. “There were four other guys down
in L.A., one more herein ‘Frisco, and onein
Sacramento. That makes my score
eleven,” he said.

“Too bad,” he added with a toothless
grin. “I was shooting for at least sixteen.”

But at this point the gaunt mass-killer
flatly refused to divulge the names of.any
more victims unless he was paid for it.

“My price is $100 a carcass,” he said. “I
know it’s rotten, but I’m as rotten as they
make ’em. I hate people. From now on, I
talk only for cash. And if I don’t get the
money, I’ll take those names to the grave
with me.” :

Was he telling the truth? Or was he
merely bragging, still grabbing for the
limelight he obviously enjoyed so much?

Detectives could not be sure, but neither
could they forget that all of Nash’s
previous confessions had proved to be 100
percent accurate. Jud vit on that basis,
therefore, it was a good bet that Nash was
still telling the truth. And if he was, there

was no mass murderer in the annals of «

California crime who could match him.

Checking back through the records of
unsolved homicides, Los Angeles detec-
tives found three which bore the stamp of
Steve Nash’s lethal pattern. One was the
murder of William H. Bonsall, wealthy and
prominent 33-year-old bachelor socialite
attorney and connoisseur of Oriental art.
Bonsall’s nude body, savagely battered
and viciously stabbed, was found in the
driveway of his exotically furnished man-
sion on February 15, 1946.

Another was Kenneth C. Gunn, 40, Los
Angeles bureau manager for Acme
Newspictures, who was beaten, robbed,
partially stripped and left to die on a street
not far from Nash’s Skid Row haunts on
January 11, 1947.

The third was Gilbert Berndt, a 35-year-
old transient who on January 30, 1946 was
beaten to death in his room at the YMCA
on South Hope Street.

Although these murders went back as
much as 11 years, it was noted that this
was the period when Nash was first known
to be operating in Los Angeles. pong
stubbornly refused to admit he had com-
mitted these specific murders, but a check
of the records showed that he had been
staying at the YMCA when Berndt was
killed there. Also, he fitted the description
of a man seen fleeing from the William
Bonsall mansion. Moreover, when the
name Bonsall was first mentioned to
Nash, he reacted at once.

“Oh, that was the bigshot lawyer,” he
said. “Well, if the L.A. cops wome up with
the money, I might be ableto help’em out.”

Police now disclosed another incident,
which had occurred during the marathon
investigation into Nash’s seemingly
endless string of crimes. While they had
him up north and he was being taken
across the bay to point out where he had
killed William Burns on the highway
between Oakland and Hayward, the sight
of the Alameda Naval Air Station as they
passed it prompted Nash to say he’d once
considered setting up a “mass production
murder business” there, to kill 10 or 20

women ‘only three hours to find ee
an

sailors a might “because the last time | was
in Oakland a couple of sailors tried to roll

And while driving through the Lake

, Chabot area, Nash suddenly volunteered,
“Tt was a place like this where I threw that

kid’s body.” ny
‘Pressed for details, he said he was
talking about a 15-year-old Mexican youth
with whom he had lived in an Oakland
hotel. He said he strangled the kid with his
bare hands when he caught him stealing
his.wallet, then later cumped his body in a
lake somewhere in the Oakland hills.
But then Nash lapsed into a surly,

, stubborn silence. It was not clear whether

this was one of the six additional killings
he had already mentioned, or still another
murder, im
: Nash.was still reveling in the notoriety,
however, when he was brought back to Los
Angeles. 'To teporters who were allowed to
interview him, he said non-chalantly:
“Killing people is just normal for me. If
you like to kill, like I do, you goon killing—
first ten, then twenty, thirty, forty, a
hundred. It’s like being a millionaire who
doesn’t want to stop with his first million.”
.,On. February 27, 1957, after trial in Los

: Fg tne Superior Judge H. Burton
fr)

le, it took a jury of.10 men and two

Nash guilty of jtwo murders _ the’
assault on Martin Grogan. The trial had
been marked by. frequent outbursts of vile
invective by the lantern-jawed defendant.

The same jury; on March 18th, voting
on Nash’s plea of not guilty by reason of
insanity, found him sane, thus making the
death sentence mandatory. Nash had only
contempt for this. ;

“Let the. little Christians have their
justice!” he snarled. “They have their little
rules all laid out!”

The veteran Judge Noble later describ-
ed Nash as “the most evil person who ever
appeared in my court.”

During the time taken up by appeals
filed in his behalf, Steve Nash remained
indifferent. He still grabbed for the
limelight during his court appearances,
however, and still took delight in shocking
his interviewers.

Occasionally, at ‘these sessions, he
would work himself into wild rages. Once,
in response to a question about the number
of victims he had murdered, he yelled:
“Yes, I killed all eleven of ‘em! J only wish I
could kill a thousand and eleven more!”

: fortunately for the society he hated
with such vitriolic.passion, Nash was not
given the chance to fulfill his’ wish. On
August 21, 1959, they led Stephen Nash
into the octagonal gas chamber at San
Quentin Penitentiary, and he paid with his
life there for the series of murders for
which he never once betrayed even the
slightest hint of remorse. He played his
role of a man of incarnate evil to the very
end. He mouthed ho apologies. He did not
beg for mercy. He did not even expect it. By
his own account, the only thing that ever
gave him extreme pleasure was killing, the
taking of a life.

_In his strange, twisted way, it is even
possible that he found pleasure in the
taking of his own life. oe

EDITOR’S NOTE:

Martin Grogan is not the real name
of the person so named in the foregoing
story. A fictitious name has been used
because there is no reason for public
interest in the identity of this person.

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were to be arraigned jointly, according to present plans,

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to Deputy District Attorney Redwine, Northcott, in a last-
minute change of mind, pleaded “Not guilty!"

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nission to address the Court.

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attorney,” admonished the Judge.

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to state that he has been deprived of his constitutional rights,
and wishes to so inform the Court.”'

“ALL right,"’ said the Judge, “I will grant him that per-
mission, but reserve the right to curtail his remarks
when I see fit.”

Northcott then rose and stated:

“T have given evidence to prove that the murder. of
Alvin Gothea was committed in) Riverside County. There
has been no effort by officers to gather the evidence. | also
have been treated in an infamous manner, and have received
inhuman treatment...”

Cyrus George Northcott, 59-year-old father of Gordon Stewart
@Northcott, photographed in his cell at the Detention Home, River-
side, Calif. He is reading Webster’s address: “The Murderer
Cannot Keep His Secret.” Speaking of his son, he said: “Many
times he threatened to kill me. J was deathly afraid of him.”
(Right) Mrs. Northcott (center) changing trains at Seattle, en
route to California from British Columbia, in custody of Sheriff

C. A. Sweeters. Mrs. Sweeters is on the right

“Be seated!" admonished the Judge, interrupting him.
“Any remarks along those lines must come fram your coun-
sel.”

Attorney Savay then addressed the Court, his remarks
‘wing along the lines of the accused man’s statements, de-
claring that Northcott had been kept awake for thirty-six
hours, and describing the “inhuman” treatment to which his
client had been subjected in an effort to obtain the confession.

Judge Morton set the date of trial as January 2nd, and the

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prisoner was returned to the County Jail in Los Angeles,
where he was arraigned before Judge Edmonds on the charge
of having murdered the “headless Mexican” in Los Angeles
County. Judge Edmonds set the day of that trial as Janu-
ary 3rd, with the provision that the date would be changed
if necessary on account of the trial in Riverside.

Tt was thought doubtful, however, if he would ever face
trial in Los Angeles, as there was not sufficient evidence to
Prosecute the ‘‘headless Mexican’’ case successfully. Sanford
Clark was the only witness who could place the crime at the
Britannia Street house in Los Angeles, and he could offer only
the statement that Northcott told him a youth had been
slain in Los Angeles County. To offset this, it was pointed
out that Clark had admitted he saw only the head of the
dead Mexican boy, and that on the ranch in Riverside County.

Northcott’s actions in court caused everyone to believe
that he contemplated offering an insanity defense. For this
reason, he was ordered placed under observation of Doctors
Victor Parkinson and Paul Bowers, of the Lunacy Board, to
forestall a possible insanity plea.

When the doctors attempted to examine him, he flew into
arage and refused toanswer questions, but later he
calmed down and talked with them about thirty
minutes. The alienists declined to make any formal
statement at the close of the interview, but declared
that he seemed sane.

T this time Los Angeles County practically sur
rendered all rights to trial to Riverside County.
However, Detective Lieutenants Lloyd and Ham-
ren, who had worked day and night since the case
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Murder Farm!

(Continued from page 36)

like the other thirteen hundred and ninety-
nine!”

Tom Menzies of the District Attorney's
office chose this’ moment to make his en-

trance upon the scene. Northcott rose
angrily and lisped:

“WHATIL THIS, anyhow? A_ side-
show?”

Menzies then made a formal accusation
of guilt.

HILE Northcott Jr. was in the Los

Angeles County Jail, alternately con-
fessing and repudiating his confessions,
Northcott Sr. was being held in the De-
tention Home at Riverside, and constantly
grilled by the investigators, who had al-
ways believed that he was concealing the
truth. Just before the arrival of Mrs.
Northcott, it was decided to give him one
more opportunity to “come clean.”

The investigators went to the old man’s
cell and subjected him to the most severe
grilling which he had yet undergone.
Throughout the quiz, the father shouted,
raved, wept, begged and smiled. At the
end of four hours he lay baek on the small
cot, tearing at the gray blanket, panting
with rage. Then, suddenly, shaking with
sobs, he cried:

“Mr. Redwine, T will tell all about the
whole affair! But I want until Saturday
to think before T speak—then, on Saturday,
I will tell everything about what happened
at the farm.” Then he shouted: “I know

-why they sold everything and skipped to
Tt was to escape paying for the’

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terrible crimes they committed |”

“He may just be hoping to see what his
wife already has revealed by the time she
gets here Saturday—stalling for time,”
commented Deputy District Attorney Red-
wine, after this. ‘He is in a bad way, him-
self, and he knows it. There are two
forces keeping him from talking—self-
preservation, and the fact that blood is
thicker than water. After all, Stewart is
his son. The old man's feeling against
his wife is very, very strong, though, and
I am of the opinion that the father will
really tell all he knows about the alleged
‘murder farm’ activities, on Saturday.”

Mrs. Louisa Northcott—a gaunt, hag-
gard old woman, with bobbed gray hair
and shabby clothes, but, with her up-to-
date short skirts, far from being a
pathetic figure in her trouble—arrived in
Los Angeles the following day. She was
taken from the train at Glendale and
rushed to Riverside by motor,

She rode beside Captain Bright on the
sixty-five-mile trip to the Riverside County
Jail, with two emotions dominant in her.
One of them was a laugh of derision at
the charge of murder against her. The
other was deep concern, almost grief, over
the illness of her son,

I accompanied the party on. this trip,

and had a good opportunity to study her,

“These charges against me are foolish,’
she laughed. “Of course they are not
true! Do I look as bad as they say I am?
Do you think I could do anything like
that? To am almost glad to get back, so
1 can defend myself.

“If I had known they were going to
make all this fuss about me, I would have
come back by myself, and they could have
saved all this expense of sendipg for me!”
She looked at Sheriff Sweeters and his
wife, who had brought her from Canada.

HE was told that Stewart was in the

Los Angeles County Jail and not in
Riverside. She acted as if she had been
dealt a blow.

“But,” she began, “I thought he was in
Riverside! Do you mean to say I’m not
going to sce him to-day? And they tell
me he’s ill! They won't know how to take
care of him there without me. He always
was such a delicate little boy. I wish |
could be with him.

“He's got something the matter with his
heart. Onee a fat lady fell on him when
he was skating in Canada, and he hasn't
been real well since.”

Mrs. Northcott stopped talking and
leaned back in the seat. She closed her
eyes, and seemed to be trying to keep from
breaking into tears. One could see that
she looked nothing like her dapper young
son. She appeared to have taken no care
of her personal appearance for many years.
Her clothes, too, were in contrast with
those of the natty outfit worn by her son.
She was wearing a short, frayed gray top-
coat, with ragged fur on its collar, over a
faded blue serge dress, and a waist of some
flowered material. A gray velvet hat was
pulled down almost over her eyes.

She showed nervousness only when she
talked of her son. [asked about Stewart's
reported confessions.

“No, I don’t know anything. I don't be-
lieve he confessed anything,” she — said.

“Tf you are going to see him soon, tell
him Lam here. Tell him I love him, and
want to see him. Tell him I want to see
him badly. And please be sure to tell
him that / love him.”

Mrs. Northcott tells an astounding
story concerning the “murder farm”
atrocities in next month’s instalment of
this inside account of the baMing North-
cott murder mystery. But are her reve-
lations merely an exhibition of mother-
love—pure fiction, told in an attempt to
build up an insanity plea, and to weaken
the evidence against her son? And how
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MURDER FARM!

Here, in the final chapter of this blood-curdling true
story, is revealed the black heart of Northcott, the in-
human “boy-killer’—a study in crime that will forever
stand as an object lesson to all youth, to avoid the paths

that lead to crime!

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Record Bureau,
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N. H. Winslow, father of two of the murdered boys,
Nelson and Lewis Winslow, identifying his son's
cap, found at the murder farm. “I had hoped
againat hope that my boys weren't killed, but. it
looks bad now!"

Sanford Clark, testifying how the boys were
killed, said:

“The biggest Winslow boy was given ether through
a strawberry strainer before being bludgeoned with
the ax. Stewart told him he was giving him ether so
that it would make him smaller and nobody would
know him. The boy fought against the eter, and
came out of the effects ms the fumes before he was
slain,”

Northcott, furious, demanded that he be permitted
to cross-examine his nephew: “There are things |
can ask him that no one else can! His story is a
pack of lies!’

His request threw the court into a turmoil. While
bailiffs rapped for order, the Judge announced he
would rule on Northcott's request the following day,

The story continues:

Part FouR—CONCLUSION

HE following day Judge Freeman ruled

that if Northeott cross-examined his neph-
ew, he must conduct the remainder of his
defense alone.

After a consultation with his three attorneys,
Norbert Savay, of Los Angeles, J. McKinley
Cameron, of Calgary, and A. H. de Tremaudian,
of Los Angeles, in which Northcott informed

* them they must withdraw or be dismissed, all
three announced their) withdrawal from the
case, They volunteered, however, to advise
Northcott on legal points.

“Tam through,” said Chief Counsel Savay, as

Gordon Stewart Northcott shown seated back of the bars in the Los he picked ded hie brief pig aie BIREAE HS Fy
Angeles County jail, thinking over his many crimes. Following his the lawyers’ table. ‘There is no precedent for
sentence to hang, he made this strange remark: ‘‘J may hang, but I’ Northcott's action in the legal history of Cali-

have the last laugh on the world!”

THE story so far:

On January 2nd, 1929—the opening day of his trial—Gordon
Stewart Northcott at last ietek the var of justice at Riverside,
California, charged with the murders of three small boys and an
unidentified Mexican youth on his Wineville farm. His chief
accusers—who were his own nephew and niece, 15-year-old Sanford
Clark and 19-year-old Jessie Clark—defiantly faced him in the
court-room, Northcott—sleek, snickering and 21, ostensibly the
“son"’ of a strange, gray-haired Chadian couple, Cyrus and
Louisa Northcott—lost his jaunty air as he listened to the opening
testimony,

“That's Nelse's cap all right,’ sobbed one of the first witnesses,

60

fornia, or the United States. TL have told North-
cott it was his life at stake and if anything hap-
pened I would not be responsible."’

As his first legal move following the dismissal of his at-
torneys and the assumption of the réle of his own defense
counsel, Northcott demanded of the court that the sheriff
be ordered to supply him with copies of the daily newspapers.
The request was granted, His request that he be supplied
with law books and granted the right to confer privately
with defense witnesses, also was granted.

The following morning, accordingly, Northcott, in hs-
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was contracted while kissing the hands of his nephew, San-
ford Clark, when he had pleaded with his youthful accuser to
“tell the truth.”

During the nights, while tossing about in the grip of fever,
he muttered constantly about a map which he declared was
hidden in a Bible at the Britannia Street address.

“Look in the Britannia Street house. Look there thoroughly,
and you will find a sketch of the places I buried several boys!
It is'on the fly-leaf of a Bible, I believe.”’

Deputy Sheriffs Croushorn and Brewster were sent to the
Britannia Street address to look for the map. And, between
the leaves of a
Spanish dic-
tionary, they :
found anoldauto- .. ..,
mobile road map. ¢. os
On it, crudely :
sketched in pen-
cil, were sinister
circles and other
markings, which
some believed in-
dicated where four
little bodies lay
among the deso-
late wilderness of
Joshua-trees and
desert vegetation.

HILE this

map awaken-.
ed much interest,
the investigators
were inclined to be ©
skeptical of it until
they received some
further informa-
tion with reference
to the crude mark-
ings. Their skep-
ticism rose from
recollections of a
chilly trip into the

desert once before 7 Killed Walter Col-
on a search for Jins, Lewis Winslow,
su osed raves, Alvin Gothea, Rich-
w ea Nosed ard Weat..'. and five
lead! other unidentified
eading the cara- joys... Believe me,
van of eight car- officers, that chioken
loads of investiga. ranch was a regular
tors. butoher shop!’’ The
Th ; unnatural fiend who,
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drawn on the map _ this terrible confession,
would enclose is suet, anes in ae
center, om row, be-

areas of about ing taken by deputy
1,000 acres each, sheriffs from his cell to
and they did not _ the court-room in River-
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searchunless which shows weil his
Northcott could heartless, cruel nature

be induced to re-

will remember) had been grilled for three hours, and finally
agreed to plead guilty to the murders of the ‘‘headless
Mexican,”” Walter Collins, and Lewis and Nelson Winslow,
only to change his mind and plead “not guilty’? when taken
into court the next day.

HE attitude of Mrs. Christine Collins, who contended

that her son, Walter, was still alive and would return home
some day, did much to block investigation at the beginning
of the case. She now insisted upon an interview with North-
cott in the hospital ward at the County Jail.

This dramatic meeting was marked by the tears
of Mrs. Collins and the smiling denials of North-
cott. ,

Introduced by Jailer Frank Dewar, the pair
talked for nearly half an hour. When Mrs.
Collins, at first nervous and distraught, entered the
hospital ward and saw the accused murderer of
her boy, she refused to take his proffered hand,
and with few preliminaries asked him pointblank:

“Did you mistreat and kill my little son?”

Looking straight into the mother's eyes, with a
smile on his mouth, Northcott replied:

“No, Mrs. Collins, I did not kill Walter. I
never knew him and never heard of him until I
read about him in the newapapers! I believe he
is alive, and will return to you sometime.”

“'T believe you, Gordon,” Mrs. Collins answered,
and patted Northcott on the shoulder, as he lay
in his hospital cot. She posed with him for pic-
tures, and as she left the jail, she said she believed
his story and
would make an
attempt to see his
mother when she
arrived and com-
fort her.

“T have suf-
fered so much,
I can sympathize
with others in
trouble,’’ she said.

FTER Mrs.
Collins’ visit,

a small furor was
created in the
County Jail when
Northcottsent for
Captain William
S. Bright, saying
that he was anx-
ious to make a
confession. The
Captain lost no
time in getting
overtothehospital
ward. The mo-
ment he entered,
however, the pris-
oner began one of

duce the areas to
something within
reason. They did not wish to plow up the whole desert.

A cross fixed one scene of search at a point ten miles east
of the spot where he had taken them before. From this cross,
a penciled line extended through Victorville and into the
Big Bear district. Two circles were on the map at Antelope
Valley, and lines drawn from these circles to Death Valley,
where they extended to what Northcott claimed was a grove
of Joshua-trees.

It was at the foot of a ghostly Joshua-tree with outflung
branches forming a crude cross, that Northcott (as readers

the rambling ti-
rades for which he
was becoming fa-
mous, and broke it off abruptly, saying, ‘‘Well, never mind.
I've changed my mind—I don’t want to talk to you now!"

Jailer Dewar entered. the ward, and set the prisoner off on
a new harangue in which he maligned ‘perverted American
justice’”’ and the ‘methods of American jails.’ Dewar,
whose personal pride was touched by this general indictment,
answered haughtily:

‘“‘What’s your name, sir? I don't believe I've ever met
you. To me, you are just one of fourteen hundred guests in
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“Men,” he cried from the steps of the
jail, “the law is going to take its legal
course. You are not going to get North-
cott tonight.” “

For a time the situation was tense.
But heavily armed deputies were on
hand to back up the sheriff’s words, and
Northcott was not lynched.:

In the weeks that followed, North-

cott proved himself to be the most
notorious liar Riverside authorities
had ever encountered. He reeled off
confessions of no less than twenty-
three murders of young boys. Every
day he told a different story, so that
Posses searching for the graves were
led a merry chase over hundreds of
square miles, Time and time again he
promised he would lead them to graves
of his victims. But he never did. In-
stead, he would goad them on until
their patience was worn to an edge
and then laugh fiendishly.

“Fooled you again,” he wouldchortle.

District Attorney Albert Ford finally
decided he was wasting time and aban-
doned any attempt he might have
nursed to convict Northcott on the basis
of his “confessions.” So he set about
preparing a circumstantial case based
on cold, scientific facts. He went into
court to prosecute Northcott for the
murder of Walter Collins and the Win-
‘slow boys.

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tacle by disngissing his lawyers and an-
nouncing he would conduct his own
defense. And to the amazement of ve-
teran court attaches, he did a remark-
able job. But the evidence was heavily
against him. Just about the time his
doom seemed a foregone conclusion,
Louise Northcott threw a bombshell
into the proceedings by going before a
judge and Pleading guilty to the three
murders. She insisted she alone was
culpable.

But a wise judge believed it was a
case of frantic mother love and a de-
luded attempt to protect the young
monster who was Her son. | * at

She was sent to prison for: life.

That night Mrs, N orthcott attempted
to smuggle a letter to her’ son.

“Dear Stewart,” she wrote, “Mr,
Sweeter is going out for you*and is a
wonderful man, will advise you best he
knows, As to what you do, it will be
better to finish it out of court if pos-
sible. I went over this morning and
pleaded guilty and got life in San
Quentin. Thought better than to drag
life history through court. Sanford tes-
tified and said you were there and hit
him and you know you were never out
of house. Also you brought boy, which
wasn’t true either. Well, dear, just suit
yourself. Will-see you. Love. Mother, ©

“Just use your own judgment my
son,”

But she did not see her son again,

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Instead, he was convicted of the three
murders and sentenced to hang.

Just before his sentence was car-
ried out on October. 2, 1930, the young
ogre sent word. to the bereaved
mothers of the Collins and Winslow
boys that he would tell them the truth.
How he broke his word with a ghastly
jest has been previously described.

But Northcott’s maniacal laughter,
which followed the cruel scene, died
away suddenly a few minutes later
when he was escorted from the death
Gell to the gallows..He went completely
rg Pieces and, cringing and whining,
hé literally was carried up the thirteen
steps to his well-deserved doom.

Louise Northcott’s transfer to Teha-
chapi was made the day her son was
hanged. When she realized that her
sacrifice had been made in vain, Holy
Lou, as she was to become known, wept
and raved her protestation of inno-
cence,

In vain she tried to deny her guilt.

~ ‘s “I lied, I lied,” she screamed. “I lied

ecause I wanted to save him. I didn’t
want Gordon to die. But now I’m
telling the truth. I didn’t do it. I didn’t.
I’m innocent.” ’
The big gates: closed behind her.
Louise Northcott became a number,

Read the third story of California's
Tehachapi Prison in the July issue of
FRontT Pace DETECTIVE,

GORILLA MAN

(Continued from Page 35)

when we began again our frantic
search after Mrs. Wilbert had told her
story at midnight, June thirteenth.

A modern Jack the Ripper was loose
in California, but ‘where the English
sadist slew mercifully and hacked his
victims after death, the Gorilla Man
of San Francisco strained with his
enormous strength at the limbs and
joints of women while the life was
still in them. Then, with his Powerful
hands choking them to death he raped
them.

Never had the cry of “werewolf”
terrified benighted European citizenry
as much as the newspaper accounts of
the Gorilla Man alarmed the moderns
of California. A beast was loose on the
land; a beast with tiny blazing eyes,
and slavering jaws. A man-ape with
the ‘neck of a bull, the strength of a
draft horse and _the cold brain of a
cobra. oe
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‘hagtt

tured him. But as-we talked to thé vic-

tims who had survived, our detective

bureau built up a different ‘picture
a more accurate and less hysterical
one.

The man we wanted was of medium
height and extremely powerful, it is
true. He weighed about 170 pounds;
his hair and eyes were dark; ist” his
eyes was the mad, vicious gleath only
when the desperate lust to‘torture, to
rape and to kill were on‘him. Other-

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wise he would appear as a normal in-

dividual, quite presentable. He talked

witha slight English ‘accent which
“Baves his voice a hint of culture, al-

though. the truly cultured could in-
stantly detect him as of Ordinary caste,
A blue serge, pin-striped suit seemed
.to have become almost a uniform with
him.

Only one person had talked to him
and received his replies when not
half mad with fright and hysteria. This
Person was Merton Newman, Sr., the
nephew of the first victim.

WITHIN FORTY-EIGHT hours of

the attack on the invalid, Mrs. Wil-
bert, on June thirteenth, the detective
bureau in San Francisco of which I
was captain had received a terse com-
mand from the chief of police and com-

‘missioners, The -command was ad-
“dressed to me, *«

* “Captain Matheson,” it directed, “as-
sign every available man from the de-~
tective detail to the Gorilla Man at-
tacks. Issue orders to the entire po-
lice*department to shoot on sight any
man, caught, under circumstanges re- .
sembling these attacks“ se
Shoot to kill! The order was received

_ by every patrolman, detective, squad- -

man and special officer in the Bay area.
“Shoot to kill—any man encountered
under circumstances which indicate a
woman has been molested or attacked.”

And to apartment house owners and
rooming house keepers everywhere we
repeated our previous solemn warning
that they be on their guard; that no
woman show rooms or apartments
while she was alone in the house.

Frankly we Pleaded with the public
for cooperation. We broadcast our de-
scriptions of the wanton attacker and
the newspapers overcame their first
hysterical outbursts and published a
calm, factual account of the man’s ap-
pearance. By June fifteenth we be-
lieved that the People of San Fran-
cisco and the neighboring Bay district
cities were so aroused by hysterical
Stories of the Gorilla Man's attacks,
and so well supplied with our descrip-
tion of the man, that the sadist ‘would
be recognized wherever he went,

But we were wrong and people are
forgetful. The detective department in
San Francisco had worked day and
night until the reports on false leads
and clews which led into blind alleys
were a foot thick on my desk. June
twenty-fourth dawned without any

* real trace having been found of the

man. I began that day to urge cities
farther and farther away from San
Francisco to pay more than ordinary
attention to our reports. I telephoned
to the Los Angeles Police department
and told their chief that we believed
the sex-warped murderer had fled
from the Bay cities.

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| The excitement and disorder through
“but this district resulting from tae
#errible dynamite outrage are zradual-
y subsiding and an attempt is being
nade today to restore normal condi-
ions. _Work was resumed this morn-
ng at some mines employing non-ut-
on men which had been closed since
The Stratton Independence
whed by an English company,being
ne first to open. The Portland mine
still closed by General Bell, and
400 employes will be compelleé by
neral Bell to abandon their union
leave the district: This has been
@ only unlon mine in the district
Sod has been running steadily during

a base of operations by the strik-
5 e
Against All Unions.

aEmployers in all branches of busl-
és Ip thie district without any ex-
ption so far as has been learned,
ve signed the agreement prepared
the Citizens’ Alliance “not to. om-
'y help of any kind that Is in any
y connected with the district trades
iety. or State Federation of Labor
the Western Federation of Miners
any kindred organization”. Com-
tees today continued making house
house and store to store canvass.
_-s« fFeement causes consternation

bartenders’, cooks’ and other trades
unions, as all will have to resign from
their unions.

The present scale of wages will pre
(vail and individual unions will be tol-
t erated, it Is conceded, if they are con-
ducted on conservative lines and do
not give aid directly or indirectly to
the Western Federation of Miners.

WITNESS MAY
HAVE GIVEN
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gre strike, its owners, who do not be-:
Agog to the Mine Owners’ Association |

ceding the demands of the_union.; empannelled vy Coroner George R,
is claimed that it has been used‘

hose who are members of tha
Clerks’ barbers’, cagpenters’,

VICTOR, Colo June J2.—Tie jury

Hall Las commenced hearing tesu-
mony on the Indep».-fence explosion.
A sensation was causej by the test!-

mony of ©. C. Hatuaaay. a carpenter,
who lives within three hundred feet
of where the explosion occurred. He
said that he hurried to the place. He
met a@ man and asked him what was
the matter, to which he received this
reply, “Ob, nothing; only a lot of
scabs going to hell.” :
He did not know who the man was
who had used the language as it was
still dark, but later on had heard him
use about the same words to another
person. He inquired the man’s name
and was told that it was Joe Craig.

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LAST PAID
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SAN QUENTIN, Cal., June 10. —
Fratclsco Ochoa was hanged in the
State prison here today for the mur.
der of Marie Berera at Bakersfield, in
1899.. He showed no sign of fear.

He Showed no Fear. .,

The condemned = man not only
mounted the scaffold unassisted, but
after he was placed on the trap he
assisted his executioners by ducking
hie head into the . It was only
31 seconds from the time Ochoa left
the death chamber until the trap was
dropped. There were about 20 wit-
nesses of the execution. Rey. Father
Valentine performed the last rites and
Hangman Frank Arbogast placed the
noose around the neck of Ochoa. who
said nothing on the gallows. Before
leaving his cell he stated that he was
prepared to die. but vehemently as-
serted thar the killing of Marie Berera
was Uunpremeditated. ;

The official time of the drop was
9:28:30 and Ochoa was pronounced
dead at 9:46:30. He was 40 years of
age. He was to have been executed
on May 27, but Governor Pardee zrant-
ed a repriéve until today.

Ochoa shot and Instantly killed Ma-
ria Berera, his mistress as she Iay
on her pallet in a room in this city.
He also sent 2 bullet through thé neck
of a well known character kuown as
“Hook Nose” Smith. The latter recov-
ered and died a natural death in the
county hospital about two months
ago.

SenatOr Emmors, Ochoa’s coursel,

was notified by wire Tast nipbt stat
the governor would not Interfere + ith
the law's course despite the  %>x-'

{can consul’s efforts In hts beha!!

St. Petersbu:
ae Ca

ST. PE?TEASHURG, June 10.
Though there now appears to bet
chance that the Japanese fleet wi
ever be able to come up the Baltic «
make a demonstration, or that ar
other European power will be draw
into the controversy, Russia {fs es
dently” taking nothing for grante:
The possibility of the fall of Port A
thur cry a disaster to the Baltic fle:
after the latter safls for the Far Fa:
have been considered and no preca:
tion will be omitted to protect 8t. Pe _
ersbury againet attack.

The fortifications of Riga, im th
southern part of the Gulf of Rigs, an —
Rival. at the entrance of the Gulf «
Finland, have been strengthene:
Frome new guns of the latest patter
have been mounted In the fortress «
Cronstadt and a chain of water be
lerier, running ont on efther side o
the shores of the Gulf of Finland, wi!
guar] the entrance to the mouth «

— ee

RUSSIANS LOS

TOKIO, June 10.—Gen. Kuroki r
ports that a detachment of troops 0:
Tuesday routod.a battalion of Rus
sians at Hal Malchi, the Japanese los
ing three men killed and 24. wounded
The Russians probably lost 7? men
A Japanese detachment on Tue7das
encountered. six companies of Ru
plans at Shan Chia Six. After tw
hours engagement the Japanese drov:

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minutes today, butsfinally went erent
tophis death in the State prison] 5 chier
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-attempts: to gave him failed Mrs.
Bxecution; was delayed! yas reli

E wb attorneys appealed ‘first-toy Tye
Féderal judge and’ thento: a} post-pol
Federal“appellate; court. for an) McVay,
reprieving: Ochoa es a new} weeks,

nd@ the asHen-‘faced Brawley to the @e
‘Mexican-American was led into | sible Pp
Ei i the: vapple-green.’ death chambers ald Ca
ie shortly. after noon. The execution~| Avon_
F Hed: the; layer that flooded’;
the! v-white chamber with ¢ya-|
| nide ‘gas a 12:16 pi and Ochos | ne
na abe dead 10 minutes |

‘paid. ‘the final CenaiGn Sup
‘shooting * Border” Patrolman
Anthony Oneto, 30, in a gun arene! 1g
t Indi on the Mojave Deseity secon

iOt¢hoa’s lawy
gan: arguing. thejr appeal »

i was: obtainedy under duress,
ind: that: he ‘was not adequately |
defended. at his trial.
: Six minytes before Ochoa: was |
‘due to ‘die, ‘Federal Judge Louis j
TE: ‘Goodman teléphoned. prison of-
| ficials th halt-the execution. ‘Then |
as pro= tbe called Féderal:Judge William |
r @Y Mathes ‘of LasAngeles. who:
had sentented Ochoa, Finally, he |
A “farned down: “thée* appeal. .
ght i Defense. Attorney.’ George Dav
of; Immediately; filed another plea.
ai} with the U. Sy Ninth Circuit.Court |
PS. a Appeals, and. won Ochoa .an-}
of r minute-by- minute extension |
j Paitin Pat But; short! y after.’ noon,
f the} Ochoa again lst, and: the: court
ut the. “ekecution’ immediately
53 Ochoa, was convicted of xilting |
‘Oneta,“atter he’ was Caught-at-}
meet erik in dempting to ‘smuggle three Mex-/)
1 eed... icanaliens into the country in jis;
‘ putomobile. ; *
= »ey>Anqther fjord 4 ‘
* Another immigration o ffice'r,}
{John L. Fouquette,: 32, was. shot |
‘and .wounded : in- the same! gun |
. brittle. hee {
Fouquette’ ended’ the fight by
‘ firirig a bullet into, Ochoa's spine.
Ochoa Was grayely wounded, but!
‘surgeons saved “his {life--so that’
Ke. cotild stand trial for murder.”!
When” Ochoa “Was <given the!

rest. yesterday athe Fst death tpenalt?. ever. Handed |
ard,'Corkins,: ai-yeat- dow in Los “Angctes® Federal
fe ft 4342 Fourth Street | Court. he: told«the: jufy: “1: don't}

obbery: URE Basen Then he said:

"It's just) because -I. shot: him
helieved they had | The “court -daesn't) sav’ anything

andits responsible about) he shot at me.”
quot store istick- & Oneba_.an ex-Coast Guard liew-
tenant vith an. nutstandine = w:

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OSBORN, Glaude GC Cal.(Fresno) 9-14-1951

he had been directed to select the one who was to become
the Mother of a Second Christ.

If Joshua was not an honest man, he was certainly a
thorough one. Now, at the meetings, he retired to the se-
clusion of another room with one or another of the candi-
dates to test their suitability for the dedicated role he had
described.

Considerably later, after cold reason had quenched the
fires of their fanaticism, several of those involved testified
that Joshua invoked some. peculiar practices in this process
of selection, including flagellation)

At the time, however, Joshua's performance of this in-
teresting phase of his cult only increased the numbers of
his flock and their adherence to him. As the summer of -
1903 approached, it became apparent
that the Church of the Bride of
Christ needed larger quarters. oe

Joshua, who was business man- (09% 0)
ager as well as Prophet of the or- | :
ganization, cast a. speculative eye :
about for a suitable site, and fast- “_
ened on wooded Kiger Island, in the Vi
Williamette River, on which Corva
lis lay. The only difficulty was t
being short of cash, Joshua could/get
no established contractor to eregt the
necessary buildings.

co

UT this turned out to be a\push-
over for such an imaginative
leader as Joshua. He had andather
revelation, in which he declared
the women of the flock were to coh;
struct, with their own hands, and out
of the trees God had provided on the
island, a huge meeting hall and other pees
smaller buildings which Joshua, from riod te iba
time to time, might deem necessary.

20, 1950,

_ STARTLING GASES

I TRAILED .THE BLACK |

_. MOUNTAIN TORTURER (Jan- —

uary 1951 issue)—Claude Osborn —

was convicted of first degree mur- —

- der in the slaying of Ejnar Asmus- -
sen near Tollhouse, Cal., April

CLUE OF THE MISSING _
GUN (May: 1950)—A Texas jury -—frenz
rned a guilty verdict against”

er the.
rder of Marvin Clark .
in Galveston, April 4, 1949.

self over to other peculiar practices, which, although they
undoubtedly sprang from sincere conviction, did nothing
to improve the assessed valuation of his property. As the
local newspaper of the town, which was now becoming
alarmed, reported it:

“Certain caprices of religious fanaticism have been
manifested at the house that are so unusual as to sug-
gest a condition bordering on insanity. Walks about
the house have been torn away. Much of the furniture
has been reduced to ashes in a bonfire on the theory
that God wills it. Kitchen utensils have been beaten to
pieces and buried, and it is reported that house cats and
dogs have been cremated.”

Joshua, apparently was working on the theory that if
you keep shocking them, they'll keep

ocermgneeeonm coming ‘around. And, so far as his
- followers were concerned, this con-

tmued to be the case as the year drew

But a number of those outside the
select circle\ particularly the men
folk, were exp&riencing serious mis-
givings. Of course, they told them-
selves, the wild tories about nudity
could not possibly be true, but still,
this Prophet fellow would bear look-
ing into.

This judicious fAttitude was given
an abrupt shock, with the dissemina-
tion, all over town, of a photograph
snapped the #revious summer on
Kiger Island While it was a group
picture, it’was certainly an unposed
oosemmenpes at the height of the nude
y of a “meeting.”

All hell broke loose.

Fifteen shocked and outraged hus-
bands took drastic measures, and half
a dozen fathers sent their daughters

Pega
bee Ce i

I in the .

The faithful heeded the call with
a zestful willingness, and soon the
island was astir with chopping,
dragging and hammering by dozens
of women, of all ages, and all eager

» LILLIAN SHARED A RIDE
WITH DEATH (November 1950) —
--—-Mrs, Catherine Bystrom has _
been convicted of second degree —
murder and sentenced toa 17-year -
~ term in the killing of Mrs. Lillian’

to cool off in corrective homes. Then,
in conjunction with others of the
town’s males, they dealt with the
source of what they considered all
this deviltry.

to see that the Prophet's revelation
was fulfilled swiftly.

In a matter of days, the construc-
tion was completed and the meetings
of the flock resumed with all the old
enthusiasm and fervor. The Prophet
and the ladies stripped and rolled,
and when, at frequent intervals, Joshua continued the quest
for the Mother of a Second Christ, these researches were
conducted in the sequestered, vernal arbors in which the
island abounded.

Unfortunately, Joshua the Second, unlike ‘his Biblical
namesake, could not command the hot, summer sun to stand
still. In the course of time, autumn can to the Kiger
Island community, arfd the Prophet noted that some of
its members, to guard against the cold rains, were be-
ginning to regard sweaters and dresses with a certain
amount of favor.

Joshua was a man to recognize a portent when he saw
one, and realized that to save his followers from the apos-
tasy of clothing, he’d have to find more adequate shelter.
He looked about in Corvallis, and through some minor,
and still unexplained miracle, found a haven in the. home
of O. P. Hunt, one of the town’s most respected citizens.

Back trooped the faithful to Corvallis, Daily, the Hunt
house rang with the preachments of the Prophet, and the
antiphonal responses of his audience. By now, Hunt, ‘him-
self, as well as his wife, and daughter, Maude, was con-
vinced that Joshua was pretty big stuff.

He hung up a sign over his door which read: “Positively
No Admittance Except on God’s Business,” and gave him-

1950.

Euphemia Schleifer near Alex-.
ander City, Ala. on February 23,

On the evening of January 4, 1904,
a delegation firmly, and not at all
politely, escorted the Prophet to the
ten Ane he ati edge of town, and there submitted
By Phas him to certain ministrations, These

: took the form of reducing. him to

what he himself had described as his

favorite condition—the nude—and then covering him, en-

tirely, with a liberal coating of tar and feathers. In this

condition, they left him, with the strong advice that he get
out of Corvallis, and stay out.

But what the committee in charge failed to realize was
that when you start pushing around a prophet, you have to
contend with his followers, too, For the next day, it became
known that Joshua was resting comfortably in the Hunt
home, two of whose residents, Mrs. Hunt and her daughter,
Maude, had searched for him the previous evening in the
woods, found him, and brought him back to the house, where
they helped restore his battered person and outraged
dignity.

Then, to compound this sensation, and really give the
town something to talk about, before a week had passed,
Joshua and Maude Hunt were married.

Corvallis gulped, and then generously swallowed the
event, believing, no doubt, that under his new status, Joshua
would ‘cease to be a menace to the modesty of the female
population,

For weeks, this optimism seemed borne out. Joshua and
Maude appeared to be settling down in connubial regularity,
and the town breathed even easier when it heard that the
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Up to the
Minute

HE “most evil man in San

Quentin” is dead.

Stephen Nash, who was
given that dubious title by judges,
guards, newspaper reporters and
fellow prisoners, finally went to
the gas chamber for his crimes. He

was arrested on Los Angeles’ skid -

row in 1956 for the murders of ten-
year-old Larry Rice in Santa
Monica and 26-year-old John
Berg in Long Beach, and he ad-
mitted at least nine other murders.
Nash claimed he killed men and
boys who had teeth because he was
toothless. The story of the investi-
gation leading up to his arrest
appeared in the March, 1957, issue
of OrriciaL under the title, “For
Want of a Set of Teeth.”

From the time he was arrested

up to his execution, Nash lived in ~

virtual isolation. The other pris-
oners on death row sickened of his
vivid descriptions of how his vic-
tims had died and they requested
that he be moved. During his two
years at San Quentin, Nash had no

visitors; no one showed up to claim -

his body.

Everyone, it seemed, agreed with
his own description of himself:
“I’m as rotten as they make ’em,
and I hate people.”

ODERN lawmen have settled

the case of two young men
who staged a wild-west-type rob-
bery on a Secaucus, New Jersey,
bus last February (“Ruckus’ in
Secaucus,” June, 1959).

Donald Abbott and Walter
Shaw have been given indefinite
terms at the Federal Youth Cor-
rection Center in Kentucky. The
boys. who boarded a bus and held
up driver and passengers, said
they got the idea after watching
a movie about an old-time stage-
coach robbery.

The case of Russell Tree, the
marriage counselor and alleged
swindler from Minneapolis, Min-
nesota, was settled out of court.
Tree had been accused of the
attempted murder of his employee,
George Larsgard (“The Marriage
Counsel Racket,” November, 1959).
Before his case could come up for
trial, the ex-marriage counselor
died of injuries sustained in an
automobile accident.

N Daly City, California, an

eighteen-year-old girl who
giggled her way through a killing,
psychiatric tests and a murder
trial, stopped giggling long enough
to hear a judge sentence her
to life imprisonment for | the
killing of a gardener, August
Norry. “I am unhappy,” com-
plained Rosemary “Penny” Bjork-
land. The detective work which
led to Penny’s arrest was in the
July, 1959, issue, under the title,
“The Human Target.”

Psychiatrists pronounced Penny
sane and suggested that she has
some anti-social tendencies.

So far as Van Dyke knows, Koren has
not done anything criminal since his
parole over fourteen years ago and has
become a respected member of the com-
munity. Recently, he was elected to an
office in his union.

“Here is an example,” Officer Van
Dyke told.the writer, “of why we can-
not and will not give up on a parolee. If
there is the slightest chance of making
a useful citizen out of him, we’ve got
to try.”

Case Supervisor Stowe had something
to add to this: “Frank Koren will never
know the money, time and effort that
were spent on him, trying to make him
tick right. We have recorded everything
that ever happened to him, we have had
him examined by psychiatrists, psy-

chologists and doctors. We know more .

about him than he knows himself—and
it is all right here at our fingertips.”

He indicated the extensive files main-
tained in the parole office. In addition
to the case histories, which contain the
voluminous reports of the specialists as
well as the parole officers, cross files list
parolees by occupation, by criminal
category, by name and by family rela-
tionships.

Ow other file is extremely important.
It is a street index of every address
where a parolee or an ex-convict lives.
This is the first file referred to when a
potential parolee is interviewed. If he
says, for example, that he plans to live
at a certain number on Grand Boule-
vard, the officer has only to refer to the
address file to determine whether this
is the address of another parolee or
an ex-con. Thus, any plan the parolee
might have for moving in with another
criminal is headed off.

These invaluable files are the result
of extensive preparation by the parole
Officers. As a rule, each .officer spends
three days in the field, investigating
parolees—their employment, their
home life, their recreational activities.

Each officer stays in the office one ‘day
a week to receive calls from the parolees
he supervises. Another day is devoted
almost exclusively to dictating reports
of information gathered during the bal-

ance of the week. Days in the office and.

night work are rotated so that on any
day or evening, several officers are on
hand.

“Unfortunately,” said Chief Schaar,
“not everybody turns out as well as
Frank Koren. Take the case of George
Moss. We haven't given up on him, but
at the moment we are forced to con-
sider him a very bad risk.”

Nobody has been able to determine
why George Moss became a criminal.
The son of a prosperous Detroit con-
tractor, George grew up in a community
of middle-class American homes. He
never had to face the hardships of pov-
erty and his parents provided good edu-
cational opportunities,

Yet, when he was 20, George was
arrested for breaking and entering.
After serving his minimum sentence, he
was paroled for three years in 1955. His
case was assigned to Officer Paul Salo.
George went back to live with his par-
ents and to work in his father’s con-
struction firm.

Mrs. Moss promised her full coopera-
tion in reporting on George’s ‘mdve-
ments. George promised to cooperate,
too, but within a few weeks he was tired
of working with his father and asked
permission to change jobs.

That was just the beginning of his
moving from one job to another. He got
in several scrapes—selling beer to
minors, pressing his attentions on a girl
against her will, writing obscenities to
her when she rebuffed him. In each in-
stance, George talked so convincingly
of his determination to do better that
Salo didn’t send him back to prison.

George went to work for his father
again, claimed he was being used with-
out proper compensation and quit. Two
weeks later, he borrowed $1,500 from
his father to buy a car.

After that, George seemed to do
all right for awhile, Then his mother
reported that he was staying out late

at night and she was afraid’he was in-
volved in other crimes.

He was. When he was picked up by
the police he confessed two.armed rob-
beries. He implicated two other men
and both were arrested. George testified
against them and they got long terms.

_ George himself was sent to Jackson for

a term of five to fifteen years.
Salo accompanied George to Jackson
prison and turned him over to a guard.
“Oh, no!” the guard exclaimed. “Not
Moss again!”
“What’s the matter?” Salo asked.
“He’s just a troublemaker,” the guard
replied. “There’s not a job in the place
he can do.”

SAL° left, after recommending to
prison authorities that, Moss be kept
away from his former confederates. ‘He
was pretty cocky when he testified
against them,” Salo explained. “Even in

prison they may try to get him.”

George will be eligible for parole in
1962 and if his prison conduct has been
good, he probably will be given another
chance. Salo expects to be his parole
officer again.

“It isn’t a prospect that I relish,” he
said, “but I have a duty to society and
I'll do my best. I won’t give up on him;
maybe he will change as he grows older.
Many others have.”

That was the philosophy the parole
officers had to stick to when they got
word that Ernest “Tip” Rumsby was
to be released. Officer Phil Collins met
him in prison and escorted him back to
Detroit. It was unnecessary to explain
aw to him; he already knew them
wel.

But because of the viciousness of his
past, he was given special interviews by
Schaar and Stowe. Both men took an
unusual interest in the case; if Tip
Rumsby could be salvaged it would be
a distinct victory for the whole idea of

‘parole.

Tip had a job lined up as a driver for
a trucking firm.

Schaar groaned when he heard that.
“You can’t drink and drive,” he said.

“I know that,” Tip replied cheerfully.
“But I’m on the wagon. I did a lot of
thinking while I was in prison. This
time, I’m going to keep out of trouble.”

Schaar looked at the husky, six foot
two figure, at the strong hands that all
too often had been knotted into slug-
ging fists. “I hope so,” he said fervently.

Collins was instructed to keep close
tabs on Tip Rumsby. His second night
of freedom, Tip went to a hall where
some kind of a meeting was being held.
Collins watched as the meeting broke
up. A score of men came out, Tip Rums-
by among them.

Who were they, Collins wondered.
What was the purpose of the meeting?
Was some sort of skullduggery being
hatched?

Collins stood in the shadows and

. studied the faces of the men as they

separated into small groups. Some of
them were familiar; he had seen them
before, on skid row, when Tip had been
on parole previously.

Tip.and.another man separated from
the others and Collins followed. They
stopped at a restaurant, had pie and
coffee and talked for half an hour.
Finally, they left and Collins trailed
Tip again.

. He went straight home.

The next day, he was on the job on
schedule—and he was sober.

During the next month, Tip’s conduct

was exemplary and everything he did
was an open book—except, the mysteri-
ous meetings, which puzzled the parole
officer. He debated asking Tip about
them and decided to wait.:
. Then, one night, Tip headed for skid
row. Collins was only a short distance
behind when he disappeared into the
dark interior of a tavern with a par-
ticularly unsavory reputation. The
parole officer slipped inside and took a
seat at a table.

Tip walked slowly beside the long bar,
pausing to slap a nsan on the back or to
shake his hand. He continued on to the
end and sat down on a stool, signaling

sitirenadaen —

the bartender. Tip grinned; the bar-
tender produced a glass and a bottle.

Collins watched intently as Tip
poured the dark liquid into the glass.
The parole officer rose, ready to nab
Tip for violating his parole by drinking.
Then Collins saw the label on the bottle.

It was a soft drink. :

Puzzled and curious, Collins sat down
and watched. Tip was in animated con-
versation with two men, both known to
the parole officer as skid-row habitues
and confirmed alcoholics. They had
been Tip Rumsby’s cronies during his
previous parole when he couldn’t keep
away from skid row and alcohol.

Tip sipped his soft drink as he talked
earnestly to the two men. Finally, one
of them slid off the bar stool and left
the tavern with Tip. Neither man no-
ticed Collins, who tailed them.

Their first stop was Tip’s room. When
they came out, the derelict looked as if
he had bathed and shaved and his step
was steadier. Collins followed them to
the same hall where Tip had been at-
tending meetings.

Determined now to find out what was
going on, Collins accosted Tip after the
meeting.

“You go there every week,” Collins
said. “Tonight, you took a skid-row bum
with you. What’s it all about?”

Rumsby grinned. “Alcoholics Anony-
mous,” he said. “I heard a lot about
them in prison and I joined up as soon
as I got out. It’s the greatest thing that
ever happened to me. I’ve taken the
pledge for good.”

“What were you doing on skid row?”
“I have a lot of friends down there,”
Tip replied. “Good guys if they can leave
alcohol alone. I got a convert tonight.
I’m going to be there every night from

now on.”

E fapeencd marked the beginning of an
amazing change in Tip Rumsby. He
was in the skid-row dives often, talking
to the derelicts, trying to help those
who wanted to be helped.

Meanwhile, Herb Schindler, Tip’s
boss at the trucking company, was get-
ting reports different from any he had
ever received. They all were commenda-
tions for the courtesy and consideration
shown by the new truck driver.

Tip Rumsby, the punk kid who had
tried to bully his way through life with
his fists, had grown up. Now he was
fighting his battles with a smile instead
of a clenched fist

For almost two years, Tip kept up his
work on skid row in his spare time. At
one of the AA gatherings he met a girl
who also was an arrested alcoholic.
They liked each other from the start
and they met again-as they worked skid
row. They tried working together and
did so well as a team, they decided to
make it permanent. They were married.

During his many visits to skid row,
Tip was struck by the growing number
of youngsters who were becoming dere-
licts. It bothered him a great dea] and
he decided to do something constructive
about it.

The result was the formation of
Youth Anonymous, an organization for
youths who have been in trouble and
who want to straighten out. Through
the organization they are able to re-
sist the difficulties of their environment
and the slum areas they live in—diffi-
culties which sometimes are all but in-
surmountable for a youth.

Additional chapters of Youth Anon-
ymous have been organized during the
past years with the assistance of city
officials and businessmen. Tip is exec-
utive director—although still a truck
driver.

“There are times,” said Parole Chief
Schaar, “when we are very discouraged.
But cases like that of Tip Rumsby give
us a lift. When we think of him—and
how hopeless we thought he was—we
know there is no such thing as a hope-
less case. We know that we can never
give up on anybody.”

These names are fictitious in this
story: Rita Cook, Peter Delabarre,
Frank Koren and George -Moss.

OFFICIAL DETECTIVE, December, 1959


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detectives a good description of his
asshilant. Scarborough and McClendon
had fed the description into the “electric
brain”’—a business machine in the

‘Identification Bureau which tabulates

the descriptions of all known criminals
by means of a punchcard system—and
received a handful of photographs of
persons who had physical character-
istics resembling the man Butler had
described.

Butler picked out the photo of
Stephen A. Nash as the man who had
knifed him. Nash had been released
from San Quentin Penitentiary in
March of 1955 after serving a seven-
year term for theft. He’d also been
arrested for strong-arm robberies,
drunk rolling and assaults.

y= detectives issued a pickup order
for Nash. They had received several
reports that he had been seen in the
Skid Row section of town. - . i

As Scarborough and McClendon dis-
cussed the possibility that Nash might
be a suspect in the slayings at Long
Beach and Santa Monica, a uniformed
patrolman came into the office.

“The captain wants to know if you
want Nash put in the morning line-up,”
he said.

“You've got Nash?”

“Yeah. A cruiser crew picked him up
at Fifth and Maple last night.”

“Hold him out,” Scarborough ordered.
“Have him brought down here for inter-
rogation.”

The detectives went over the night
booking sheet and found that Nash had
been arrested at six o'clock, just a few
minutes after Larry Rice had died in
the Santa Monica Hospital.

“Think he could have reached town
from the beach that soon?’’ McClendon
asked.

CARBOROUGH- quickly glanced
through the teletype report from
Guggenmos on the slaying. “It says
here that the kid was knifed about
three o’clock in the afternoon. That
would give him three hours.” ;
Nash was led into the office manacled
to an officer. He was released from the

handcuffs and shuffled across the room -

to slump into a chair.

Both Scarborough and McClendon
immediately noticed that he was wear-
ing a charcoal suit with metallic gold
thread. His ham-like hands dangled
out of the sleeves with several inches of
his wrists showing.

“Where did you get that suit, Nash?”
Scarborough challenged.

“Bought it.”

“Where?” :

“A second-hand joint on Main.”

“It doesn't fit you.”

“So?”

“So we think you got it from a fellow
named Berry. He lived in a penthouse
out in Long Beach. Does that ring a
bell for you, Nash?”

“It don’t mean a thing to me. I
bought the suit.”

“Where were you yesterday between
noon and three o'clock?”

“Hanging around town.”

Scarborough Ieaned across his desk
and looked squarely into the face of the
gaunt, toothless man. “You were out
at the Santa Monica pier. Do you know
the boy died?”

_ Without any show of emotion, the
hollow-cheeked Nash replied, “You got
your wires all crossed. I wasn’t out to
Santa Monica and I don’t know nothing
about no kid.”

McClendon shot at him: “And you
don’t know anything about a fellow
who was cut in the Third Street Tun-
nel? Well, he knows about you. He'll
identify you.”

“Him,” Nash said easily, according to
the detectives. “Sure, I cut him up a
little. He had it coming. We got in an
argument and 1 thought he was going

slug me, so I gave him my knife. But
that's all you got on me. I don't know

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nothing about this other stuff you’re
talking about.”

Nash _ stoutly maintained that he
hadn’t been in Santa Monica at the
time Larry Rice had been killed and
that he had bought the charcoal suit he
was wearing.

Scarborough called Guggenmos in
Santa Monica.

“Bring him out here and I’ll get the
witnesses,’”’ Guggenmos said. ‘We can
tell quickly enough whether he was the
man who was with the boy.”

Nash was taken to Santa Monica.
There, the officers claimed later, the
witnesses immediately identified him as
the man they. had seen with Larry Rice.

Confronted with this, the officers
claimed, Nash confessed to them that
he had killed the boy and voluntarily
reenacted the crime for them.

Nash was quoted as saying, “I don’t
know why. I just hate people.”

The detectives claimed that Nash also

- voluntarily gave them a confession to

the killing of Berg. He said he had

‘“mooched” the student for a meal and

Berg had befriended him by taking him
to his apartment.

“I didn’t like his teeth,” he said,
according to the detectives.

“His teeth?”

“YEAH, that lousy dentist in San
Quentin pulled out all of my
teeth. ‘They gave me a set of false
choppers but I was carrying them in
my hip pocket and sat on them. I
couldn’t afford a new set, so I hate peo-
ple with teeth.”

Nash was returned to Los Angeles.

There, Chief of Detectives Thad
Brown announced, he calmly claimed
that he had killed four others.

Chief Brown said that his statements
went like this:

Shortly after he had been released
from the penitentiary, a young man had
given him a lift in his car.

“He made me mad. He was a college
graduate and he was working for a
lousy sixty-two bucks a week. I figured
a guy that stupid shouldn’t live.”

So he had stabbed the man to death
and then driven the car, with the body
inside, into San Francisco Bay.

Next, he had killed a man named
Burns near Oakland. “That was in
December last year. After that one,
they almost got me,” he went.on, ac-
cording to Chief Brown. “I tried to kill
a guy but he wouldn’t die. When they
picked me up for it they found Burns’
bloodstains in my car. I talked them
into thinking it was animal blood.

‘1 HEN there was a guy I met on the
highway. I can’t remember his
name and I don’t know exactly where
I put his body. I just remember I
threw him down a deep ravine some-
where near Oakland.

“And the other one was in a hobo
jungle near Sacramento, a_ fellow
named Barnett. We had a real nice
time before I killed him. I bought some
sandwiches and some beer and we had
a picnic on the bank of the river.

“I killed some of them with lengths
of pipe. But that way isn’t cheap. A
length of pipe costs fifty cents to a buck
and a half. That’s why I got me a
knife; so I could use it over again...

“Last night I was going to Arizona
when those cops grabbed me. I figured
on getting a gun so I could kill more
people quicker...

“But killing the kid was a mistake. I
kind of liked him and I was glad when
he won the prize. Anyway, I had to kill
him. It's lousy not to have teeth. I hate
everybody with teeth.”

Was this a rambling statement with
no basis in fact? It was fantastic.
Nevertheless, Chief Brown knew, he had
to look into it.

He did. And as city after city re-
ported, the Chief said, the monstrosity
and abnormality of this man grew and
grew.

San Francisco authorities reported
that on August 18, 1955, Robert Eche
had left his parents’ home to go to a
movie and had not returned. Eche was

a college graduate who was earning $62
a week.

Chief Brown asked Nash about this

man, -
“That's the one,” he quoted Nash as
replying.
ain’t going to tell you where the body is.
I got to get some money out of this. I
ain’t going to tell no one unless I get a
thousand dollars.” 5

Eche’s distraught parents in San
Francisco promptly offered to pay him
the $1,000 for the information. Authori-
ties, of course, could not allow Nash to
accept it.

The next was the case of Burns near
Oakland. Captain Peter J. Starasinic
of the Alameda County sheriff's office
advised Brown that the body of a Wil-
liam C. Burns, mutilated, bludgeoned
and knifed, had been found floating in
the bay in January of 1956 and that
Nash’s alleged story apparently was
true.

And the man who had escaped was
Daniel Higgins of Los Angeles. He was
watching a television program after
Nash’s arrest and he saw the face of
Nash staring at him. He promptly
notified police that Nash was the one
who had beaten him.

Nash, he said, had picked him up and
when they stopped on the edge of an
embankment had slugged him on the
head with a length of pipe. Higgins
had rolled down the embankment and
hid there all night. The next day he
struggled back to the road and hailed a
passing motorist. A day later he saw
and recognized Nash’s car and Nash
served six months for this assault. That
was the time bloodstains had been found
in Nash’s car’and diagnosed as animal
blood—although, Nash allegedly had
claimed, they were caused by the slay-
ing of Burns.

The second Oakland case could not
be confirmed. But in Yolo County,
California, deputies reported that the
beaten and stabbed body of Floyd Leroy
Barnett had been found in the Sacra-
mento River, near the hobo camp Nash
had mentioned.

Shris killings, maybe seven. It was all
but impossible to believe.

What were they going to do with this
man?

The Los Angeles County grand jury
supplied one answer. On December 5,
1956, the jury indicted Nash for the
murder of Larry Rice and for the mur-
der of Berg.

Then San Francisco authorities acted.
Nash was taken there and, without
mentioning the $1000 he had asked
earlier, he led the police to a spot be-
tween Piers 52 and 54 on San Francisco
Bay.

“That’s where Eche is,” he said.

Skin divers went down. They could
find nothing. A Navy diver, Leroy Davis,
donned a deep-sea suit and plunged in.
There, in the murk and mud of the Bay,
was a car.

They hauled it out. Doubled up next
to the driver’s seat was the body of a
young man. When the mud and grime
were cleaned from the license plates of
the car, they proved to be those issued
to Eche, and the following day, Eche’s
dentist made positive identification of
the body.

San Francisco authorities swore outa
warrant charging Nash with this mur-
der.

HARGES have been filed in Yolo
County, too, for the slaying of Ben-

nett and in Alameda County for the
Burns killing. However, as this issue of
OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES
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the Los Angeles jail, held without bond,
and Los Angeles authorities have said
that they will bring him to trial first.

Police said Nash has claimed he had
committed six additional slayings but
he refused to give any details about the
cases—even when money was men-
tioned,

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said. ‘Those bodies are mine and I’m
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in my home!” he shouted. “You'll mend
your ways or get out!” He pointed a
finger toward the door.

“No, no, Nathan! You must not say
that!” I cried.

He sat down. His fit of anger had
flared and died. Marylee glared si-
lently at her father, -her eyes flashing
fire. Then, suddenly, she must have
been touched by my tears and my plead-
ing look. She put her arms around me.
“Tt Jove you, Mother,” she said.

Summer came with its blistering heat.
We made a good crop of corn and cot-
ton and Nathan bought us all new
clothes. I remember how stunning
Marylee looked in her outfit of sunny
yellow. She seemed happy with it, but
she never thanked her father.

The gulf between them widened with
| the passing of the days. On the surface
Marylee did his bidding, but his com-
mands filed her nerves like a rasp, and
Nathan’s dark moods showed in the
solemn lines of his face.

ERHAPS what was to happen was all

my fault. I knew all this strife fore-

bode only evil, but I knew not how to
stop it.

One Saturday night Nathan came
back from Poynor greatly disturbed.
As he unloaded groceries from the car,
I was aware his mind was far away in
thought, for he did not seem to hear
me. Marylee was visiting overnight with
a girl-friend in Poynor, for which I was
grateful.

Nathan ate very little, and after he
had pushed back his plate, he said, “It's
the talk all over Poynor that Marylee
is dating John Dora's boy—sneaking out
nights with him.”

Isat waiting. We had once lived near

a

the Doras, and Nathan had never liked
“Junior” Dora, as we called him.

“If she ever sees that boy again, Tl
lash her with a whip!” he shouted. “I’m

locking her in her room at nights. I'll |

make certain she’s at home!”
“Nathan,” I. pleaded, “that would
solve nothing. She’d leave home and
throw her life away, and we would be
miserable.”
“No daughter of mine will disgrace
us under my roof!” he declared.
“She’s done nothing bad. Marylee is

\ a good girl.”

We talked far into the night, but in
the end Nathan agreed to let me talk
_with Marylee and try to persuade her
not to see Junior Dora again.
‘Nathan was still sleeping Sunday
| morning when Marylee returned home.
I wanted that we be out of hearing of
anyone, so we strolled slowly along the
cow path toward the lower pasture as
we talked. I tried as best I could to ex-
plain that Nathan loved her and in-
stinctively tried to look after her as he
saw his duty as a parent. But somehow
‘I failed, for when I mentioned he had
F forbidden her to date Junior Dora,
anger flared like a searing iron and
burnt its way through her.

“J will not stop seeing Junior Dora,
no matter how much he raves or stamps
—_— me with his leather whip!” she
said.

“But, Marylee, you must!”

Her arm went around my waist. “It
hurts me to see you suffer over my quar-
rels with Daddy, but I have a right to
live my own life.”

“But your Daddy is furious. You
know how he feels about Junior Dora,
and he says there is talk all over town.”

She shrugged. “It is too late to stop
me now, Mother. Junior Dora and Tare
going to be married.”

“Married!” I cried. The shock of
her words made me go limp, and I had
to stop and lean against & tree. I
thought, “Oh, God, what will Nathan do
now!” and then I heard myself saying,
“But you are not of age. You'd have to
get Daddy’s consent for the marriage to
be legal!”

“We'll find a way,” she said.

We strode ,back to the house and I

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Marylee Dead!"

started to prepare breakfast. Nathan
came in shortly and we all ate in silence.
I suggested that we dress and go to
church. “Yes, Mother, I think we
should,” said Marylee. Nathan only
nodded. I wondered how long he would
hold his tongue, but he arose and
changed into his dark Sunday suit.
Junior Dora stood in a group of
youths at the church steps and Marylee
spoke and smiled at him as we entered,
but Nathan kept his gaze straight ahead
and if he noticed he gave no sign of it.

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sneaks Marylee out another night,
you'll wish you had. I’d rather see her
dead than married to a Dora!”

Nathan moved forward, his fists
clenched, and I thought there would be
blows, but Dora backed away. ‘Both
became suddenly conscious of onlookers.
I said, “Nathan, it is late, and I have
dinner in the oven.” ‘

He turned and walked with me to the
car. Marylee was sitting there. She had
seen Nathan talking to Dora, but had
not heard their words.

“| WANT to die;
murder of Helen Ivey last

be subdued.

title, “ ‘You’ and ‘Me’ and a

March, 1957, OFFICIAL.

Up to the Minute

give me the death penalty.” Claude
Craig told a jury in San Francisco. The jury promptly
complied; Craig will go to California’s gas chamber for the

Craig, who had killed the woman with his fists, tried to
attack newspaper photographers with a chair and had to

The detective work done by San Francisco inspectors
in capturing Craig appeared in the March, 1957, issue of
OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES Magazine under the
Killer”.

Another California killer, Stephen Nash, did not want
todie. When‘a jury found him sane in Los Angeles, thereby
confirming the penalty of death, Nash screamed and cursed
and tried to break away from his guards. Nash had con-
fessed eleven slayings and once offered to lead police to the
body of one of his victims in return for $1000. He was con-
victed specifically of killing ten-year-old Larry Rice on
Santa Monica’s Muscle Beach. The detective story behind
his arrest, “For Want of a Set of Teeth”, also was in the

In the same state of California, Burton Abbott died in
San Quentin's gas chamber for murder while a reprieve
was being telephoned to the warden. Abbott actually lived
for several minutes after the telephone call went through,
but the gas already had been released and man has not yet
found a way to stop this reaction after it has begun.

Now that Abbott is dead, the body of his victim,
Stephanie Bryan, will be buried. It had been kept in a
morgue for nearly two years as evidence, in case Abbott
should win a retrial. Stephanie, then fourteen, was slain
in Berkeley, California, April 28, 1955, and the detective
work that was involved appeared in the October, 1955, issue
of OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES under the title
“Pantastic Case of Stephanie Bryan”.

In this instance, more than a year and a half went by
between arrest and execution.
tive work while it is current, OFFICIAL DETECTIVE
STORIES Magazine publishes some stories before the final
legal outcome is attained. This department appears here
regularly so readers may keep up to date on such stories.

November. A moment later

To bring readers the detec-

Nathan seemed to hear nothing of
the sermon. He sat there with lips mov-
ing now and then as if talking to him-
self. Once he caught sight of John Dora,
father of Marylee’s boy-friend, ‘and his
jaw tightened.

At the preacher’s “Amen,” Nathan
rose and hurried outside where he
waited until John Dora emerged, then
beckoned him aside.

I could barely hear their subdued
voices. “... that boy of yours is up to
no good, and I’m warning you to keep
him away from Marylee,” said Nathan.

“what's he done wrong?” asked Dora.

“T've no time to waste words," re-
torted Nathan. “Shes my daughter,
and I don’t want Junior Dora coming
near her.”

“T’}] talk to Junior, but I don’t aim to
stay up nights keeping a tight rein on

Nathan’s voice rose angrily. “If he

But Nathan could control his emo-
tions no longer, and a bitter quarrel
started. Again he forbade her to see
Junior Dora and again she defied him.
He stormed and raved and finally Mary-
lee fell into silence, dry-eyed and staring
strangely into space.

I buried my head in my hands and
sobbed.

The next day it rained in torrents,
and Nathan could not work on the farm.
He sat in the house reading his Bible.
Now and then he would close the Book
and mumble to himself. Marylee helped
me with the beds and cooking, but
‘mostly she was in her room writing
letters.

We went to bed at about ten o’clock
but I laid awake until long after Nathan
began breathing heavily in sleep. Then
I must have dozed, for a squeaking floor-
board startled me to wakefulness. In
the shaft of moonlight through the

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OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES

windows, I could see a dark figure mov-
ing toward our bed. For a moment I
was stunned. Then I screamed.

Nathan’s quick hands darted under
his pillow for his flashlight, and flicked
it on. Standing there in pajamas, five
feet from the bed, was Marylee, a pistol
in her hand. Her eyes were staring in
nervous fright.

Nathan leaped up, jerked the pistol
from her. “What in God’s name are you
doing with my gun?” he shouted.

I hastily turned on a light. Marylee
stood stiffly still. I put my arm around
her. “I heard it, too—the scratching
on the window,” I said.

Nathan’s cold stare broke. “T'll go
outside and look,” he said. Presently he
came back. “I saw nothing,” he said.

I led Marylee back to her bed. Nathan
put the gun under his pillow and lay
down again. I dared not voice the awful
thought that kept echoing through my
brain. I knew he was awake, thinking
wildly. Finally, I said, “She thought
someone was breaking in—that’s why
she had the gun.”

“No, she didn’t,” he muttered angrily
at me.

Then he leaped out of bed. I pleaded,
“Don’t do anything now while you're
angry. Let's talk first-——”

He flipped on the light in Marylee’s
room. She sat up in bed, her eyes wide
with fright. Nathan held the leather
whip he used on his mule team. He
moved toward her with measured gait.
He raised his whip hand to strike and I
grabbed it. “No, No...” He pushed
me away and the whip fell on Marylee’s
back. She leaped up, her eyes blazing
with anger.

“you didn’t hear anything outside
the window,” he shouted. “Don’t lie to
me; for I'll lash you until I get the
truth.”

She stood there, facing him like a
tigress with fangs bared. “All right,
you asked for it, so you'll get it. No,
I didn’t!”

“I knew it!’ Nathan was gloating,
turning tome. “I told you nothing good
could come of this sneaking out on
dates!” :

“You tormented me; you made my
life miserable!” shrieked Marylee in
near hysteria. “You would never give
your consent to our marriage!”

“Nathan,” I cried out, “can’t you see
the girl’s hysterical? She doesn’t know
what she’s doing!”

Nathan, too, was fiery mad. It was
an awful scene. Like a horrible night-
mare. I felt faint, and black spots
blinded me. The room seemed to whirl
rapidly, then came oblivion.

WHEN I awoke I was in bed, and
Marylee sat beside me massaging
my brow with a damp towel. Nathan
stood close by, watching me. The ner-
vous quiver of their lips told me I was
not awakening from an awful dream.

Nathan reached for his hat and
started toward the door. “Where you
going at this hour? It must be past
midnight,” I heard myself saying.

“I warned Dor#to keep his boy out of
my family affairs. I’m going after
Junior Dora.” ,

Clad only in nightgown and robe,
I ran toward our car parked in the
yard about 20 yards from the house.

- Nathan had the motor going when I

leaped in beside him in the front seat.
“Not tonight, Nathan! Not tonight!” I
pleaded.

He gave no heed to my words. His
foot fell heavily on the accelerator and
the car roared down the road. The
Doras lived a mile north of Poynor and
about three miles from our home, and
we soon skidded to a halt in front of
their small home and Nathan’s heavy
fist pounded their door.

I wanted to scream out a warning for
in the moonlight I could see him stand-
ing there, gun in hand, but I sat there in
the car, numbed with fright. Again
and again he pounded. Then he kicked

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“Killing people is

He knifed a small boy “to get back at the world." He murdered
one man "because he bothered me," another because
he disliked him, a third because "he was stupid." Steve Nash's

criminal trademark was senseless, savage butchery

F THERE IS SUCH A THING as “‘a criminal type,”’ Stephen Nash belonged to it. Phys-

ically, and by his actions in adult life, he was the perennia] ‘suspicious character,”

sure to be taken into custody and questioned in any police dragnet.’ His card in the Los
Angeles Police Department's Records & Identification Division described him as six feet
tall, 178 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, swarthy complexion, born in 1924, in the Bronx,
New York City.

His mug shots showed him to be tall, raw-boned, beetle-browed, his long, angular,
lantern-jawed face was repellingly sinister. His record included such raps as desertion
from the Air Corps, robbery, assault, auto theft, carrying concealed weapons, vagrancy,
drunk and disorderly. He had done prison time, the card said, seldom worked at an hon-
est job, usually frequented Skid Row districts, and was suspected of making his living
by strong-arm robbery and rolling drunks.

It was an impressive record of lawlessness, but not an unusual one. Police files are
full of cards which could match it crime for crime and the owners of such cards go
through life without ever committing offenses of a much more serious nature.

On the basis of his record, therefore, there was little to show that Stephen Nash would
become known as one of the most vicious, wanton killers in the history of California—
and California is a state which has produced some of the most notorious murderers in
America. So shocking were Nash’s crimes, in fact, that one judge later described him as
“the most evil person who ever appeared in my court.’”’

The crime which gave Los Angeles police the first inkling that Stephen Nash was a
killer occurred a few minutes after five o'clock on the afternoon of Friday, November
16, 1956.

At 5:15 p.m. Officers R. A. Gillet and R. W. Smith, on motor patrol out of the Centra!
Division, received a ‘Code Three’’ radio alarm. Minutes later their patrol car sirened to
a halt before a small workingman’s hotel at the foot of Bunker Hill, in one of the older
sections of Los Angeles. The dispatcher had given them a report on a knifing.

Pushing through the milling crowd which had swiftly gathered, the officers strode

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One LaFollette
Is Mamied :

MILWAUKEE, Sept. 17-67
The La Follette brothers mad
twin conquésts today.

Philip La Follette fotind him
self the republican nominee
governor of . Wisconsin,» by
majority of more than 310,009.

Robert M. La Follette, the s¢
nior senator
was married to his secretary i
a quiet .ceremony. at “Madison

Philip, as he made ready |
be best man for his big brothe
received the news that 2,739 pre
cincts out of 2,824 in the elec
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yotes compated to 261,436
Governor. Walter © J. Koehie
candidate for the regular repub
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was to’ wed, ‘but not until
months from now.

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anne a : wart. Northcott’s mental
i <. | condition, whether the condemned

the conventions «budget:
year to»-$1,500, on
the agreement on,
council to increase

man would consent to receive

Mrs. Christie Collins before’ the
execution set for. Oct. 2. -

Mrs, Collins, .mother of Walter
‘}Collins, -has: asked permission to
'eonfront, Notthcott, supposed slay-
ter of four young boys on his Wine-
jville chicken ranch and ask if

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young Collins actually was one of
{the - four. The mother » said she)
-.-pnéver has been able to accept the!
“}theory her son was slain. She in-!
timated Northcott, on the brink of;

When the roadster in which
and Wayne Parmon, 3933 Bee
wood were driving failed to m:

Brother Bob, sometimes calle &
the senate’s most eligible bach

which he became highly. unstrung!at the Golden State theatre’
|Baecht got, two re et Bes in and told'the warden; “Please don’t;ed painful bruises and pos%
fend rae ie twos wie < ‘e ie Peete «that happen’ again.. I -don’t, ternal injuries. n

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! pompano reirl1 i closely related to them, that |
3 ; gee 3 1: Baecht, 20n’t “believe he wilt submit to
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ear warden, epee A ere eS Oa

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view and Northeott is ‘willing .to

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meet. If that would rest her
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prison, chapel: foor ended movernor, state treasurer, controler,

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after midnight, It. was thacoe
investigating - officers «that. “Wil:
who wee returning along “Indi:
after wking several boys home
that district, fatled to» notice
sharp curve in the road and a:
result his car plunged off into 4
canal without slacking any in spe
: Ambulance Late

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the county. ambulance arrived
the-scene of the accident, Wilsc
companion was uninjured but
was thought that the driver suff
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The screams of the injured
attracted attention to a resident
that section of the country

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Sehich in prospereus Raw a claim for father, has been held for neuriy ffound tying in a clothes cloret of her phe Was a imemner of the Periceratt “gah
Increase of rates, since this denion-| five monthe by the state, but wees oo Nurth Heale avenue home. she had jetale. evecutive crminyittee, Hilla
Atrates the present ratex ure effec: placed on the stand by Hertnceth (deen dead twee or three houre ' 2 git steaail Ite off
tive, amd by the same token. there a8 a defense witness. » Almost immediately, officera of the | Piano Pupils to hp
should be no general reduction of Onty ono ma Néritheoi Deheri(fs offf—e degan to plore tor! = were
rates, 1 Masel Thad kip See Om eee athiatiy delatiec while: writhine akc Few | Present Recital «
Wevld Avoid Contusion ate seoea ay Chours led ts the arrest of Raniolph. |
An the conferences Mr. Hoover will} |) 06h ade Abel “a od Ahh a Aerasied Mest Eréend \ ai oe
“bold with farm leadern after he be- | (ry ‘it tite ta eee) Fate Ree early on the morning of November? | Athetig the musical avente af Sat-
comes president, he will week to work | an a an rad. He stopped and 628, shortly after midnight, Randolph | Urday will be the plano recitas tu be
Uy Set ateioy em atCa waren DAnd, Bie taoes, ¢ . t dont k faethe 4a arrested? near Tranquility, in{Siven by pupils ef Mra. John Crete.
so there will be ne confusion and de- | iV) / nis bie Meh rp ay Te cacre county, at the homeoof hia ton at her studio home, 2615 Wert
lay vuch as hee attended recent ef. sratter with mer \yrandmotther by Deputies Vanee Brita Highteenth street, at 1 o'clock n the
forta to moive thie problem. Me laid Acts ae Own Lawyer and, Willan Kanawyer of Bakers. Morning The recital Ie uw monthiy
down the general principles fn his ace} /In presenting Nie argument to the field and Deputy Harry Colling of /Pient and parents and friends have |
reptance speech And during the cam: | Jury. the youthful Canadian who con-! Freann y been tnvited to attend. }
paign. I ductor the greater part of hie trial) Three eventa assisted In the gol k The students who will participate

in the program are Tim Sullivan, Bal-

Smoot wil act as advance agent to lay Dik own enunse), amaced court epec- | urrest. It had been learned that. Ran-
mund tlarke, lewd. Hacuon, Sylvia

outline Mr. Hoover's general tdeas! fatere with Nin coolness dolph sold a rifle, stolen frm. the

3

about the extra sension si that leadera | *The prosecution,” he said, “referred | Hunnicott home. to K. Tateriston, eho | Kort, Jean Seron.  Blotne Lambert, fare i

may know how to map thelr course. /to ine as every kind of foul fiend un- | reatdes newt here: then It wan learned | Mary McNamara, Constance Hose, not of é :
The veteran Utah Senator has the der heaven. They probably will point! tnat he had heen taken to. Porter-| Alberta Waberfelde, Millan MeNa- trict a! | Sa gone

Gletinction of being the only member! out now Alaboiically clever f have! ville by Uo. Carr, a Baro rancher, | ara, Josephine Jewett, Margaret ugly or f es

of Congress called here. Thie has! been in my plans. but murder, gentle- to whom Randolph had told a story | Hernan, Jeanne Teck, and Mier 1 we

given ris: to the belief in some quar- | men, ie nothing te Lingh “at No pers lof an acdident in which his “felend '!Jean Hlodgett, Adele Thayer, Mar- Petroir

ters that he will be one of me chief json could wtand up under the strain hud been Injured at Porterviile, The {lon Cole, Deneze  Sebliuneger, ANd | pewtited

spokesmen for Mr. Hoover in ‘Con-4 tn this courtrowm as To huve stom! up | atary proved fulee und Randolph dis-j Mrs. Arthur Tupman, ments,

grees. if he were gulity No’ person: could | ap peared. ‘ Mire CC reightea  annonnead  tiadlay Fitts

stand here aud loom you euch In the! Fingerprints found on a teacup at

ee Lape: that she wikhed to correct the tinpree- the elfr
HOOVER TO CONTINUE eye as Taunt doing. und teli you that. the Hunnicott home, where Mrs. Hun- | ator Ahat she intended ty eave BK es ee ; F
PRESS CONFERENCES 7. fhe knew nothing whatever about these micutt gave hina food, “definitely ri Mre te make her home eisewhere. | wan thet F
MIAMI BEACH, Fla. Keb. (A) PY) charges, if he were not ieee ths | tublinhed the slayer’a Identity. _— Mrs. Creighton sald that although #h*  Jreortes oy
| Premident-elect Hoover, after entering! truth.” M ee Confesses Hera, ‘ ites seid Sher oneme oon Eighteenth. og “the
the White Honse, will eoaunue the Se, May Deport Clark - Randsiph’s arrest at Tranquillity: on} ‘street, she has no Intentlon of leaving + years 4, ne
semiweskiy conferences With Newsepa- | Geriford Clark, who has been held in'| the morning o? November cS, wax le the city, and ene will announce her it ned
ptr correspondents fnaugurated BYE steay by the «tate since the atart of [than 36 hours after the-munler here. j new nddress in’ the akg ies future. men
> President Marding and’ carted for-! en, investigutions of, the Northcott. The following 1oorning the stranger | os ~~" \ Just as 3
ward br Preaidenc Coolldg-, branch, wil when Noertheotr’s appeal | slayer nade & complete confession of 1324 E: st. abli i d tral pie
Bince Die election Mr. Hoover lias. finally ts eettied, probably be turned | the murder, and Novetnber 30 te sta is e i and def
Rad but few meetings with the Matter nvey to Tmmixration authorithes for pleaded guilty before Superior Tudye | Mir t N ti plaxting
; : i stat! of correspondents assigned {deportation tc Conada.. He bas been | Erwin W. Owen to a charge of Tira; ‘J por 8 in wwation Keyes |
pe ; Feport his activities, and this hed toaned* to the Riverside county an- | dexree murder. i ¥ ba 3 clashes + |
‘ : = 2 siven rise to conjecture ae to whethet! thorities dem withees during the trint,, December 3. he wes rentenced we} fAsaorated Presa lensed Wire! Trenched te
2 - he might adopt some other evetem te ty alleged to have been brought|hang by Judge Owen, and within aj WASHINGTON, Feb. $,--There are final pi ef
ee - than that in LORDS for stating his! inte, thin country tegaily by. North- Yew days was taken from the Kern, 1324 establiehed alrperts and tandlug former »
é / if ‘ Fe ere guagaieaeney asi ae ahaa eam smmens Cott More than two years ugy.) ;eounty jail to #olsom prison, where | flelds for atreraft in operation $n the jurors 4 ‘
Sy Ns a RY (Continwed om Page Trcenty-three) Laughs at Deputies he was placed !n condemned row. The | United States. uppertied ?
iS BR $l Rn ane pe oN erthentt laughed | merry inter: Slayer «rent yesterday, his last day| The flgures were announced today
x : S - pr nnecenroeussnabeacess when he learned that deputy sheriffs, aiive, tn the death cell. by the commerce department, which Cc t
se i if 3 f bed returned empty-handed from an-? nos = 4 added that on January 1, proposals, LON
ae) co * other search, directed by himeelt, for; PRENATAL INFLUENCE v4 bibgte! pending for the creation of £94 D:
vine rq Pleasant and ~ tiodles of hiv: vietlmae: ‘ BLAMED BY MOTHER wdditional atrpe ris and landing Melds. |
: Mb @) OA antemobite toad ef. deputies, led LINCOLN, Neh Feb. & Ca Rojee! OF the eatabtiehed aleports, Calllor-
“g +4 ; @ by Sheriff Cleni Sweeters, wer to} The fate that sent Herrison Bo nan- ihe een credited vith } Texas 10 aa,
z Efficient : pasty 3 Nocthe-tt's ehicken cench near Wine.) dotph, 24, to the guliows at) Fulsom po stele ie: psa a peck MANTA 1 Rye Beton
> : pe gv ile, following directione given by! prison In Callfornia .- today, WANS on el fe a SS WT ek Ey A OR Ee ruet :
i 2 ° @ Northeott fnoble cell utter wa fury had marked upon Mins as on premata) tn- te aks . et Dito. are) operate’ conipatic ‘2
A - an ervice @ found hit eutify in the fleet degree Onenee, hig mother. Mra. > Bune he | "Ss Korte while sabninerctal INT Eth uuaten .
* ; . aoe O Cwttheut reCorimendation for clemen: vy ) Straka, declared here as ehe aieicelly tate are prior i vation
p< : ae ; : : The oficerm Aug in several epets in| elved word of his execution. . ae Orie fonnty 4). ; mes
$ svnen ou inten oa ant yon $ Meare gis Megan yc nce ne ewer, |$87,000 Assessment "ie td
3 ‘i Aru oO weorthes “ vet a = fehn
@ think of a safe place te leave hy fae convicted sinyer, Neo hodlus' futher who waa tried for murdering | - : teanv end
: your money. Being satisted as 3 or bones were found, {hte wife and the Inflnmence of that! for Streets Invalid completed
to that, you think of the bank Wild Goose Chase — tragedy marke bim before ‘he wus 4 _ fig ay
e 4 where Steusthy ie backed by “Weill f fust had tu send yeu on ane) bern.” Ais mother dechired ve Abe aoe “+ iene Wires ; eervetrrsd
@ pleasant and efficient. service.” ether widixecoss chase tefore Twas Ax an tenorant gir! of 15, Mre. imha ey —Supertioe "AMO BL eoedl Ss
: Pian iaceatie ‘ through, | Northeett told the men: Straka sald she marrted Randolph | tendered a decision Invatidating an oie. pe,
t : 3 of aaa a we cha Naty shen they returned -father at Stillwater, Okla tn encape | 297 ae wanasament Coritrect Improves ngs
. fae $ ih PO ie iyo wants, ora Hine The yours Canadian anes promised Shearer environment, Her abe pe Pi lr So ranhe tae? Im
nat Poneto, ebinek eta reieol husband. she sald waa. 6 t tO. hake :
ep 4 ie b Shey ading business to Min the whereasouts of the fudios After their marriage, she elated, ahe | Provaments Was pot published in Shell q

> with therm, Ora te a very
P friendly and human bank. Here
>» you will find an atmosphere of
> genuine helpfulvess because
P every officer and employs is
imbued with thet spirit. Come

of the bere Niled at his ranch, After hexrd of the clond of murder that Uewspaper of geners! circulation,

This moertung * experience. however, ensbrouded her hushand. whe WAG) He =} Sp¢
Is have become skeptical that he | killed two omonth« after Harrtson wae! ‘

diseluse anything, at Jecet nntth bern Ax # small baby, he wae adopts

aAtter Hoe appeal tas been filed and © e@ by the fesnere Sta as

Heteod wpe

TH - keen

‘Cuban Fishermen) a".

Nurti ter - yr pa Eee Find Old C 2 comprise!
pin any ime and get bation ace 3 SiS temrenoet tetera US Wheat Crop Is rhb da ch!
£2 seamen! ‘ - Lelg nts i we) ontidens a : 64 = F ‘
% “us - apes i within periods of a ten Still Undéy Normal 4 F ortune im Gold wre Pe

Minutes - hur been e@1

Fl T . gt atten Thy 3 He had no appetite for breakfast ia nited Presa Leased Wire} ters ie, (Aassminted Breast Lenived Wire) been opener
Ane 4 thas motning, and left it untouched. ROME, Feb. 8$.—The capdittow of. HAVANA, Fev. B.—Four ferer- bers. ;

Soon afterward ne neked to gee @ the United States wheat trop of Ive- men Growaing about the beach 1. A. Be

} NATIONAL pri¢at and one was takey to §tm, sw. cember 1, 1928 wae 444 per cent of’ near Aatbane, Cuba, Tuesday ex. cominities o
a ee -- + normal sompared with "K per cent’. cavated four sid cannon, in the “ son

; PROMINENT PIONEER DIES on Deceniber 1, 1927, the International . murgien of which they found ans | “SHAS

BANK “aS LOL ANGELES. Feb 8 CU Plime tnatloute of Agriculture ennounved to Clent Spanish deubloons. pieces of § In Thurety
: : ‘The body of William FL Pile, @%, aon) day. ‘ ) gold, and rare old jewelry of am jn Mietston 7

Sof the man whe weateted In founding Sines the and of tha year fanipera: | estimated value ef $56,000. One af Sterage Irs

Rakersfield, California the city of Meurndia ond one time tures Rave caceed some damage, The the cannen bore the date af 16287. Uo Yen bhewte
“AN INT "*NDONT Wome BAwK 2

Revernet Of Sew Mralio, wth bec ine  necond, half of January saw many Cuban law peovides that a iares Aipretar, «nels
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LOS" ANGELES, ‘Bept 16. i)
‘Death. will enter “the promp-—
her's. box” at San Quentin peni-
tehtlary Oct.2 if the state of
California: grants the request of
“Mrs. Christine Collins for per-'

‘mission, to. face’Gordon Stewart
Northeott, in ‘the. gallows’ room

9 the ‘warden asking’ permission
enter, the’ execution, chamber
‘nd: seek the answer to a ques-
don, she, believes . will ethene her

‘Dam

(ODES
OWING

Sls 5 Dazzling
© With? Creations From
We Markets Afar

UNVEILING SLATED
~ FOR+SEVEN O'CLOCK

.. |’ Mayor Long Urges Citizens!

|

~ Be Merchants’ Guests
"For Big Event:

sy ieheduaicds of Riversiders ‘are
‘expected to © throng “downtown
streets. tomorrow night to -view
exhibits of fall. merchandise dis-

played in. windows of virtually
every store of the city in connec-

‘tion with the second annual
Semmes of Autumn™ expositon, —

SHOPS

Shoots Self As
Officers Come

- LOS ANGELES, § Sept. 16. (P)
—George E. Bettinger, 60, for-
mer. general manager of two
ocal financé companies, shot
ind probably fatally wounded
himself. today as deputy sheriffs
sought him with a bench war-
rant calling for his appearance
in ‘superior court for trial on
four counts of grand theft.

Bettinger went on trial Mon-
day, charged with having mis-
approvriated «$9,500 from the
Mortg*ge Discount company and
Calivada Securities company.

He did not appear in court to-
day.” An employe of the exclu-
Sive Californja club where the
shooting occurred, found the
mam unconscicus late. this eve-
ning.

elebi rat

AG. E. Bettinger

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Republic

REFUSED RUN,
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Prohi

MILWAUKEE
—The -Mits:
strong sup
J. Kohler,
nomination
Tette, his ogpoty

New Englands

¢

Publican | pe
With ees
2,824 repotted
LaF olletie, 113,
920, .

¢. a a :
atore windows NEC} Piet, Si. Victim, indirectly, of Nquor traf-
find: the. dowritown section crowded|{cking which twice has haled her!
with window shoppers eager to take into courts here, once to hear a jail!
advantage ‘of the opportunity. to! ‘sentence imposed, Mrs. Emma Hod- f
vie the latest in. everything from/£¢s, North Market street laundress,} ROGERS
rai Milady’s wardrobe and, ay in the Community hospital last; cian
from hing machines to neckties, Meht. with a bullet. wound danger- | HARTFORD,

i fs second Event - jously close to her.heart and “both:--The republica:

"S RRRA HAY, east fall. Riverside merchants| "Sts smashed by leaden slugs.  ‘ticut, today. nom
NGI ‘sept! 16. @ ~The! cooperated in inaugurating the! In @ cell at the jail ward of the ecverncr Ernest

American ° gunboat Luzon today! \“Modes of Autumn” exposition “with county hospital. paced James Mur-!London, a drv, ae
fought a. brief, engagement with" ‘outstanding success, This year's ex- | PY. at por ‘old ge Calif.izovernor and ogee
4 » 4 Ps 5

cofamitinists who have been firing’ amare ete is expected to iy arerey ie 23 2 irae E16 police,| Setastgen: pa b
upoh. foreien shipping from the;far exceed the former showing in)< 7 detused en" fyritsh Suieh Maubet sr tive es
Yangtse river. shores between Kiu-: penny mye raat and quantity ong then turned the gun on him-lers. wit oppo i
Kiang and Shasi, 440 miles Reat!” 46 nag Vself, His head is only slightly fur- Cress, dean eme

V4 Merchants of the city for weeks poyeq on the left side. virkit omen atat
Admiral. Thomas ~ Crayen, com-'haye been planning the event and) The woman, while in a critical’ gemorratic. can,
mander of the American Yangtse tomorrow night will reveal to the! condition ts sald to have a fl “rabie< Bla {Lochs
patrol Pirécted ‘the. Luzon's “fire.(Public. their painstaking efforts tOichance ‘for het life. Taree
aoe ‘Americans’, suffered “no cas¢! ipresent an exhihition worthy of the struck her body and arms.

of the 13th =
— icity, Ts Arrested
:Whist punishment was ins,

“FIRES ON UN REIS

es iat ac les ant
ta an-

Binrbfiry between’* Hoover, said

tcorivicts, and a° riot call

\palicemen to ‘the. vghich aid

situated in the heart of the. city. :

‘commandeered : auto-

bu
Volsteay: cinaee
- zt M aibdd Mayor Long lent his suppor: Bia! Murphy was placed, unde
ieee At Reds‘ could not -be/the affair ind has issued «tne @Pl-) by Police Inspec toriscat
j replaced “Rey Ae “Youn Munne- ‘ : lowing. statement: titative charge of Atterapted |
jepolis se, Oe Snitchin I believe ourjcitizens should co-< }/ Both» Mrs). Hodges’ and .

br arrest

ee guard shot was Al
He? was> taken, fo.
Eeectore the passage ne it was'reported later is con-

a ten-
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ver-
hich
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con-
will
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con-
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ing of
il and
played
5 har-
vealed
tone.
o’s al-
ng the
utomo-
to the
ent re-
owner—
Zach-

along.”
r sensa-
nfession
the boy
hich she
in San
uvfession
degree”

grand-
stifying,”
_ showing
vinced in
il began.
wo times
together,
| pleaded
She said
y that she

aunt and
loomed to
ison, filled
young man
irroborated

in Canada,
r, Gordon
ie was the
ther, Cyrus
iother, Mrs.
-d the claim,

ther are in-
to an insti-
been dread-
a statement.

Why, Gordon was born ar Bladsworth,
Saskatchewan, November fifth, ninetecn-
six. I was only eighteen years of age
then, and I was not married until the
following year. Mrs. A. Plasenquist, still
a resident of Bladsworth, was present
when Gordon was born.”

Mrs. Northcott flew into a rage when
Deputy District Attorney Redwine at-
tempted to cross-examine her, and de-
nounced him bitterly. “T’]] say this,” she
cried, as Redwine pointed out various in-
consistencies and contradictions in her
testimony, “if I ever make a confidant of
a man again, it won't be a: man like
you!” ,

“Well, Mrs. Northcott,” said Redwine,
“I have never yet committed perjury on
the witness-stand id

“Neither have I!” the woman cried.
“Neither have I!”

“You say that Gordon Stewart North-
cott is not your son?” the prosecutor
asked.

“No,” came the answer.

“Who is his father?”

“Dad.”

“Who is ‘Dad’?”

“My husband, Cyrus G. Northcott.”

“Who is his mother ?” continued the
prosecutor,

“Winifred
woman,

“What relation is she to you?”

“She is my daughter.”

“What relation is she to Cyrus North-
cott?”

“She is his daughter.”

“Have you ever made any other state-
ment regarding Stewart's birth?”

“Yes, I have.”

“What was that statement?”

“I told you he was my son and that
his father was an English lord.”

Clark,” answered — the

S the questioning continued, Mrs.

Northcott lost control of her temper
und her voice rose to a strident pitch. Ve-
hemently she shook a thin forefinger at
Redwine and half-rose in the witness
chair.

“Is it true, Mrs. Northcott, that his
father is an English lord?” Redwine
asked calmly, when she had subsided.

“No.”

“Then why did you tell me those lies?”

“I was trying to protect my daughter,”
said the woman.

And thus ended the fifth week of the
trial. On Sunday, Northcott was on the
verge of a collapse in his cell, pleading
to jailers that he was being railroaded to
the gallows. He called for the jail phy-
sician, demanding “tablets for his
nerves,” at the same time whining to
guards that he “believed the world was
against him.”

“J am not receiving a fair trial! Every
time I try to present evidence in my de-
fense, the State blocks me. I am beaten.
They are not giving me a square deal.

to one will be happy until they see me
dangling from the end of a rope. I can’t
get justice in California, If I was back
in Canada, I could have cleared mysclf
long ago!”

He then proceeded to sell all of his
clothes to fellow prisoners in the Riv-
erside jail. “If they send me to San

True Detective M ystertes

Quentin for life, the State will furnish
me wearing apparel, and if they hang
ine, E won't need any clothes,” he said.

On Monday Northcott completed the
defense by asking himself four questions :
“Did [ kill the Mexican, Walter Collins,
Lewis Winslow and Nelson Winslow ?”
And to each question the answer was:

“No.”

“That concludes my case,” he then an-
nounced.

Characterizing Gordon Stewart North-
cott as the most fiendish slayer ever
brought before a bar of justice, Special
Prosecutor Loyal C. Kelley made the
opening argument to the jury late in the
afternoon. He outlined in detail the
State’s charges against the accused
youth, He then related how Sanford
Clark had told of the killings, and how
detectives went to the ranch to dig there
in the improvised graves.

“It was a bone of a finger of one of the
boy victims that pointed to the guilt of
Gordon Stewart Northcott—and it is the
same bone that now beckons him to the
gallows!” Kelley thundered to the jury.

Kelley pointed out that the State had _

established a motive for the murders,
charging that Northcott had killed his
victims to cover up the evidence of his
infamous abnormalities. He also de-
clared in his address that Mrs. North-
cott had aided her son in killing at least
one of the allegedly murdered boys, and
recalled how Northcott had called his
aged father, Cyrus G. Northcott, to the
stand, addressed him as “Daddy,” then
turned around and “stabbed the old man
in the back.”

Throughout the address Northcott sat
unmoved. Only on a few occasions did
he even glance in Kelley's direction,

Then, staking his life on his oratorical

ability to convince the jury of his inno-'

cence, Gordon Stewart Northcott, attired
in shabby corduroy trousers and a lum-
berjack blouse, stood in front of the
jury-box, before a packed and tense
court-room, and pleaded for his life.

E held in his hand a sheaf of papers
containing carefully prepared notes
of his address. He reached the high

point in his plea when, with unexpected:

eloquence, he paid tribute to Sarah
Louisa Northcott in an attempt to defend
his motive in dragging the family skele-
ton into court. He had done 80, he said,
in an effort to show that he had in-
herited certain abnormal tendencies
through an unnatural marital strain.

“I believe you should know the truth

about my family,” he argued. “If I were

guilty, would I do that? I was taught
those things by that man who should
have taught me what was good and
right!”

He then launched into a scathing at-
tack upon his aged father, whom he had
accused of being his illegitimate parent,
and then came to the defense of Mrs.
Northcott. f

“I testified how this woman went to
greater heights than those of mother-
love. Not only did she rear me as her
own child to give me a name, but she
lived with this man all those years with
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years. Given his freedom now, the dead-
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When Dayley went to trial, he would
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O ended the Zacharonsky case.

There are usually two phases to
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Murder Farm!

(Continued from page O4)

twenty-one-year-old Canadian youth, was
next called to the stand, Northeott’s
first question was:

“Are you my mother?”

Mrs. Northcott hesitated.

“Yes—the only mother you ever knew.”

“But are you my actual mother?”

“No,”

“Are you my grandmother?”

“Yes,”

“Who is my actual mother?”

“Winifred Clark.”

Winifred Clark is Mrs. Northcott’s
daughter, and the mother of Sanford and
Jessie Clark.

Then, by skirting around the court’s
restrictions, Northcott managed to get
into the records the declaration that he
was the son of the elder Northcott and
his daughter, Winifred.

“Because of my birth, T hate my father
more than TP hate anything in the world,”
Northeott declared, with a sneer on his
lips. Ile then swore that Sanford Clark,
his fifteen-year-old accuser and confessed
accomplice, was in reality his brother.
He frankly admitted that he had abused
Sanford Clark and other small boys, and
blamed his forebears for his confessed
abnormality.

He then proceeded to tell the court that
he had been given the “third degree” by
the officers who brought him from Can-
ada. We charged that he had been
slapped in the face and punched in the
ribs by his questioners, and said that
one of the officers “seemed to take a de-
light” in tripping him with his leg

chains “as the train went swaying along.”

Mrs. Northeott created another sensa-
tion when she repudiated the confession
she had made of having killed the boy
known as Walter Collins, for which she
was serving ao life sentence in San
Quentin, claiming that the confession
had been extracted by “third degree”
methods.

“My flitthe mother, really my grand.
mother, is in mortal fear of testifying,”
Northeott said, tears in his eyes, showing
the first soft emotion he had evinced in
the court-room since the trial began.
“She told me on one of the two times
we have been permitted to talk together,
that she only confessed and pleaded
guilty because she was afraid. She said
she thought it was the only way that she
could save my life.”

ND Mrs. Northeott, gaunt and

withered and sixty-two, doomed to
spend the rest of her life in prison, filled
with adoration. for the suave young man
accused of terrible crimes, corroborated
his every statement.

When Mrs. Winifred Clark, in Canada,
was told) that her brother, Gordon
Stewart Northcott, claimed he was the
offspring of herself and her father, Cyrus
Gi. Northeott, and that her mother, Mrs.
Louisa Northcott, substantiated the claim.
she exclaimed:

“Both Gordon and his mother are in-
sane! They should be sent to an instt-
tution. Mother must have been dread-
fully confused to make such a statement.

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Her love for me was so worked upon by
police officers that she confesed to those
terrible murders to save me!” he de-
clared.

During his argument, breaking her
long silence, Mrs. Winifred Clark, re-
puted sister of Northcott, sent him a tele-
gram stating that she had important in-
formation that might save him from the
gallows and that she would give full
particulars if allowed to do so before the
court,

Northcott paid no heed to this offer
of assistance. “She's crazy,” he declared,
as he tossed the message to the floor.

In a statement made by Mrs. Clark,
at Mission, B. C., where she had fled for
seclusion, she recited many incidents of
the Northcott family history, including
one in which Cyrus G. Northcott was
alleged to have attempted to shoot his
wife, Sarah Louisa Northcott, and an-
other instance in which a battle had been
waged to take the body of a dead child
from Cyrus Northcott’s arms.

HE jury retired at 5:05 P. M., Feb-

ruary 7th, 1929. At 8:25 P. M. they
brought in a verdict of “Guilty.” More
than an hour of that period had been
consumed by the jurors at dinner, Two
ballots only were taken, The first de-
cided Northcott's guilt. The second
eliminated any recommendation for clem-
ency, which automatically fixed the
penalty as hanging.

Incredibly cool, Northcott met the ver-
dict without a shadow of emotion. In a
voice devoid of a tremor, he rose and
thanked the jury for the “consideration
and attention shown me.”

“I may hang, but I’ll have the last
laugh on the world!” he said scornfully,
as he sat in his cell at the county jail
a few hours later. “Some day some of
the bodies of those boys I’m supposed to
have killed will come walking in! That's
joker Number One. Only one-sixteenth
of what happened on the Wineville ranch
has been told. When I get good and
ready, I'll tell the rest. That's joker
Number Two.”

Then his mood suddenly changed, and
he intimated that the secrets of the mur-
der farm would be sealed within his lips
until death.

“There will be no newspaper men at
my hanging, if I have to appeal to the
Governor against it!” he shouted to
newspaper reporters. His bravado
seemed to weaken as he mentioned the
word, “hanging.” Then, in’ measured
tones, he spoke of religion and the here-
after. He professed to doubt God and a
world beyond life.

“The hereafter and Divine Providence?
I doubt their existence,” he said. “If
there were a Divinity looking after our
affairs on earth, do you think such a
thing as this would have happened to
me?” Then he grew resentful, and ex-
claimed:

“IT am willing to die in the next five
minutes if things have come to such a
pass that a man can be framed the way
I have been framed! It is the political
ambition of my prosecutor, Earle Red-
wine, that is responsible for the ver-
dict!”

Northcott refused to talk further, His
cell was cold. He pulled the blankets
up around his shoulders, and closed his
eyes.

BOUT 11 o'clock that night, bands of
men began to assemble in two all-
night cafés in Riverside. Shortly after
midnight a yellow roadster sped up and
down Main Street, continuously blowing
its clarion horn. It was the signal to
bring the crowd to its rendezvous on the
castern outskirts of the city.

Shortly after 1 o'clock, a sedan with
all curtains drawn circled the jail, which
is located on a quiet street. The sedan
made five complete laps around the jail
block, and then sped east on Eleventh
Street. Ten minutes later a cavalcade
of automobiles, fifty-five jin number,
swooped down to the jail from the south
and drew up along .the curb for two
blocks with almost military precision.

In the ghostlike fog of smudge smoke,
figures could be seen jumping out of the
machines. More than a score were car-
rying rifles or shotguns. Many others
were armed with pistols,

There was a conference of some fif-
teen minutes on the sidewalk, directly
across from the jail. Suddenly a man
left the group and dashed up the jail
steps,

It, was N. H. Winslow, father of Lewis
and’ Nelson Winslow.

Five other men followed him across the
Street and remained on the sidewalk in
front of the jail, and some 250 men
watched from their automobiles, as Win-
slow stalked up the stairs and rang the
night bell.

The grief-stricken father rang the
bell loudly. Still in his pajamas, with a
pair of trousers hastily pulled on,
Sheriff Clem Sweeters, with three depu-
ties behind him, came to the door.

“Sheriff Sweeters, I am Winslow—I
am here to see Gordon Stewart North-
cott!” Winslow almost shouted. “I am
here with two hundred and fifty men!
We want the truth from Northcott. We
don’t want to lynch him—we don’t want
to hurt him. All I want”—and the
father’s voice broke into sobs—“is to find
where the bodies of my boys are hidden,
so that my wife and I can give them
Christian burial!”

The Sheriff and his deputies stared in
amazement at the long line of parked
automobiles, while Winslow continued:

“I have the quit-claim deeds to my two
houses in my pocket, and I will give them
to you as security that we will return
Northcott to you alive after he has
shown us where the graves are!”

Sheriff Sweeters and his aides went
into a conference. Then Sweeters ad-
dressed Winslow:

“Personally, Winslow, I sympathize
with you; so do all my deputies; but I
am sworn to enforce the law, and under
those conditions I will have to fight for
Northeott with my very life, if necessary,
I realize we are outnumbered more than
fifty to one, but as Sheriff of this county,
I'm going to protect Northcott if T have
to die fighting!"

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Sheriff's speech, and withdrew to a cor-
ner for a conference. A few moments
later Winslow returned to the jail door.

“Sheriffi—we believe you are right.
We are law-abiding men, and we don't
want to do anything wrong, but we are
going to ascertain from that arch-fiend
in human form where he has hidden the
bodies of the little boys I love,” he said
sorrowfully,

The Sheriff grasped Winslow’s hand.
A trace of moisture appeared in his eyes
as he said quietly:

“On Monday Northcott will be sen-
tenced to hang. I will take him immedi-
ately to San Quentin, and the law will
take its course. Please, I beg of you,
don't force unhappiness and bloodshed
now by any foolish actions, Northcott
isn’t worth it. I hate him just as much
as you do, but I respect the law, and it
must be that same law that takes his
life. Not you men and mob violence.”

Winslow and his followers turned on
their heels, stalked down the jail steps
and reentered their cars. They started
their motors, and the night swallowed
them up... thus ending a scene fraught
with all the tense drama that ever ac-
companied a frontier-day “Judge Lynch”
necktie party. ;

The noise of the assembled mob had
carried through the still night air to
Northcott’s cell, The condemned man
fell to his knees and prayed to be saved.

“Don't let Winslow in to see me !” he
shouted through the cell bars. “He'll
kill me! He’ll shoot me! Please, please
have mercy on me, and don’t let him in \”

Acting like a madman during the fol-
lowing day, which was Sunday, North-
cott time after time called Sheriff
Sweeters to his cell and gave him new
locations where he said he had buried
the bodies of the Winslow brothers, the
head of the Mexican, and little Walter
Collins, Deputies were dispatched to dig
at these locations. Northcott was spirited
out of the prison and told that only by
revealing the burial-places ‘could he ap-
pease the intense indignation which had
swept over Riverside, and which might
still result in a lynchnyg.

On a sand ridge about three-quarters
of a mile from the Wineville chicken
ranch, Northcott walked 150 paces from
the edge of a gully and stopped.

“Within a radius of thirty feet,” he
said, “you will find the bodies of Walter
Collins and Lewie and Nelson Winslow.”

He was returned to the county jail
while deputies obtained a team of horses
and a plow and began the work of plow-
ing up the ground in an effort to find
the grave. They worked until nightfall
without success, and then returned to
Riverside.

WN Monday, February 11th, Gordon
Stewart Northcott heard himself
thrice sentenced to be hanged for the
fiendish slaying of three boys. Judge
Freeman ordered that the hanging take
place at San Quentin. He imposed the
triple death sentence upon Northcott as
a precaution against a reversal of any
one of the three murder convictions.
Immediately after sentence was pro-

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wife at Davis Stationers to persuade her tioners store and stood by the cpiunter
to return to him, but during-a great part where his wife was working. wer de
of her working hours he stationed himself er 2 p. m., defendant asked his wife mag
at the corner of Fourth and Main, where Mr. Davis, her employer, to accompany
Davis Stationers was located, or across the him to the stockroom in the rear of ‘6
street at points where he could observe his store so that they might converse quictly.
wife and she could see him. These activi- As they entered the stockroom, defendant
ties were apparently designed to convince repeated his plea for a Basie
her of his grief and the genuineness of She refused, and he then took a Bye
his requests that she return to him. from his pocket and shot her. As s he :

During this period, defendant enlisted forward he fired wig more shots ge oe
the aid of several of their friends to per- body and head. oe ae ag, oe
suade her to return to him. These efforts back door just as de ik = pie mee
were unavailing, About the time he quit at him that lodged risen sate pag rd
his employment, defendant informed a him. In the mers ass ‘pt sey
friend that he intended to buy a gun and ant escaped out the bac mae oe
lll his wife unless she returned to him. immediately to oo a ck as ie
So hcgnt Lande epee oe ro tars gee T have x shot my wife.
with which he later killed his wife. ter :
the purchase he repeated to several fe ee ee ee Ro ue at oP ss
that he would kill his wife if she did not : nee ’ :
return to him. They informed defendant's ve Sepun ee raat « Lire

i i id officers,
wie ot ee ARE T sion that he had killed his wife with the
not ta : j

On May 1, 1950, five days before the. 8% which he had purchased for that

homicide, defendant encountered a friend PUrpose.

on the street across from Davis Stationers. Defendant pleaded not guilty and not
After some conversation about defendant’s guilty by reason of insanity and waived a
marital difficulties and his grief at the trial by jury. It was stipulated that a
separation, defendant stated “Be sure and evidence given in the trial on the plea e
watch the newspapers for the next week not guilty could be considered by the ee
or ten days.”. The friend asked “Oh, is judge in the trial on the plea of not guilty

\ that so, John?” Defendant replied “Yes, by reason of insanity. Following testi-

it is too bad, but that is just what it has mony establishing the foregoing facts, de-
to be.” fendant introduced without objection the
On the morning of May 6, 1950, the day testimony of a psychiatrist, Dr. Victor
f os homicide, defendant took some Parkin, to establish that defendant ~~
) : :
laundry to a cleaning and laundry agency mentally tae hab ise pe an et
: i ing % tention to kill, Dr .
rk for him for more than forming a clear in ; 8
fiz yea We cae the proprietress to kin conceded that defendant’s mental ill-
wo: ¥ . : i
dative the laundry to the Y.M.C.A., where 2€SS did not meet the tests of legal 2
h then living, “because I don’t be- sanity, but stated that it precluded is
te a vill be free r* call for it.” About formation of an intention to kill “with the
130 Re m. that day, defendant entered clarity of thought that would make him
Woolwotth's on Main Street, across the eid ee i . of ee
i i icide, yes.” e trial court foun °
strect from Davis Stationers, He talked  ¥' ; Ries
: aah t guilty of murder in the first degree,
1 in charge of the candy 4” : er 1 ,
sired pais Be oe that he was but reserved its decision fixing the penalty
© ota aonb the street to see his wife, until after the trial on the plea of not
Gho bad better not forget that he had a guilty by reason of insanity.
gun. In that trial Dr. Robert Wyers, a psychi-
Immediately thereafter, defendanc atrist called by the court, testified that -
crossed the strect, entered the Davis Sta- his opinion defendant was legally sanc+

PEOPLE v. ODLE Cal. 847
Cite as 230 P.2d 345

that he knew the nature and consequences
of the act of killing his wife; that al-
though he was in need of psychiatric treat-
ment, he was not psychotic but was in fact
classifiable as mentally normal; and that
he was capable of planning the murder of
his wife and executing his plan with full
knowledge of what he was doing. The
opinion of Dr. Wyers was corroborated by
Dr. William Musfelt, another phychiatrist
called by the court, and by Dr. Hyman
Tucker, a psychiatrist called by the prose-
cution. Defendant called no witnesses.
The trial court thereupon found defendant
sane and sentenced him to be executed.

[1] The foregoing evidence is clearly
sufficient to support the trial court’s deter-
mination that defendant committed a wil-
ful, deliberate, and premeditated murder
and is therefore guilty of murder of the
first degree. Penal Code, § 189. Defend-
ant contends, however, that the trial court
abused its discretion by imposing the pen-
alty of death rather than life imprison-
ment, and that this court has power under
the 1949 amendment to Penal Code section
1260 to reduce the penalty to life imprison-
ment,

That section provides: “The court may
reverse, affirm, or modify a judgment or
order appealed from, or reduce the degree
of the offense or the punishment imposed,
and may set aside, affirm, or modify any
or all of the proceedings subsequent to,
or dependent upon, such judgment or or-
der, and may, if proper, order a new trial.”
{Italicized provisions added by Stats.1949,
ch. 1309, § 1.)

Before the amendment of section 1260

it was settled that this court had no power
to review the exercise of the jury’s or
trial court’s discretion in fixing the penal-
ty for first degree murder. People v.
Danielly, 33 Cal.2d 362, 383, 202 P.2d 18;
People v. Tuthill, 32 Cal:2d 819, 827, 198
P.2d 505. Similarly, it could not reweigh
the evidence in determining whether the
trier of fact had correctly decided: the de-
gree of the offense, but could only order
a reduction in the degree if the evidence
was legally inadequate to support the find-
ing of the higher degree. Penal Code, §

1181(6); People v. Thomas, 25 Cal.2d 880,
905, 156 P.2d 7; People v. Bender, 27 Cal.
2d 164, 186, 163 P.2d 8; People v. Valen-
tine, 28 Cal.2d 121, 144, 169 P.2d 1. It is
necessary to determine, therefore, whether
the amendment to section 1260 was intend-
ed to broaden the scope of appellate review
over the determination of the degree of the
offense and the punishment therefor.

In the light of the legislative history of
sections 1260 and 1181 of the Penal Code,
we have concluded that the 1949 amend-
ment was not intended to broaden the
scope of appellate review. Before 1927
if it was determined on appeal that the
evidence was insufficient to support a ver-
dict of guilty of a higher degree of an
offense but sufficient to support a verdict
of a lower degree, the appellate court had
no power to order a modification of the
judgment but was required to reverse the
judgment and order a new trial. People
v. Nagy, 199 Cal. 235, 239, 248 P. 906. At
that time subdivision 6 of section 1181 of
the Penal Code provided that the trial
court could grant a new trial when the ver-
dict was contrary to law or evidence. To
obviate the necessity of a new trial, when
the insufficiency of the evidence went only
to the degree of the crime, the Legislature
in 1927 amended section 1181 to provide for
modification of the judgment either by the
trial or appellate court when “the evidence
shows the defendant to be not guilty of the
degree of the crime of which he was con-
victed, but guilty of a lesser degree there-
of, or of a Jesser crime included therein”.
Penal Code, § 1181(6); see, People v.*
Kelley, 208 Cal. 387, 391-392, 281 P. 609.

In 1949 the Special Crime Study Commis-
sion on Criminal Law and Procedure in its
second progress report recommended a
further amendment to Penal Code section
1181 to obviate the necessity of granting
new trials when the punishment fixed by
the jury or trial court was not supported
by the law or evidence. The commission
stated, “At the present time a trial judge
on the hearing of a motion for a new trial
is authorized in a proper case, in lieu of
granting said motion, to modify the verdict
so as to reduce the degree of the offense
of which the defendant stands convicted

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PEOPLE v. ODLE Si Ape Cal. 345
Cite as 230 P.2d 345 te :

need not arise, and other claimed errors
need not occur, on a new trial and there-
fore need not be considered here.

[4] Plaintiff has also attempted to ap-
peal from an order denying her motion for
a new trial. Such order is not appealable,
and the attempted appeal therefrom will
be dismissed. (See Reeves v. Reeves
(1949), 34 Cal.2d 355, 357, 209 P.2d 937.)

The judgment is reversed and the cause
remanded for a new trial; the attempted
appeal from the order denying a new trial
is dismissed.

GIBSON, ¢. J.,’and SHENK, ED-
MONDS, CARTER, TRAYNOR and
SPENCE, JJ., concur.

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4aums

PEOPLE v. ODLE.
Cr. 5156.

Supreme Court of California, in Bank.
April 27, 1951.

John Calvin Odle was convicted in the
Superior Court, Orange County, Robert
Gardner, J., for first degree murder and a
judgment imposing the death sentence was
entered, and the defendant automatically
appealed. The Supreme Court, Traynor, J.,
held that, where the trial court was vested
with discretion to determine punishment of
defendant convicted for first degree murder
and there was no error, Supreme Court had
ho power to substitute its judgment for that
of trial court and could not reduce the pen-
alty to life imprisonment.

Judgment affirmed.

Schauer, J., dissented in part.

1. Homicide €=253(3)

Evidence warranted conviction for
first-degree murder in that defendant com-
mitted a willful, deliberate, and premed-
itated murder. Pen.Code, § 189.

2. Criminal law P1183
Under statute providing that appellate
court may reverse, affirm, or modify a

230 P.2d—22%

judgment. or order appealed from, or re-
duce degree of offense or punishment im-
posed, and may set aside, affirm, or modify
proceedings subsequent to or dependent on
such order or judgment, and may order a
new trial if proper, appellate court can
reduce the punishment in lieu of ordering
new trial when there is error relating to
punishment imposed, but cannot modify
judgment in absence of error in the pro-
ceedings. Pen.Code, §§ 1181, 1260; Const.
art. 3§ 1; art. 6, § 444; art. 7, § 1.

3. Homicide ©—347

Where trial court was vested with
discretion to determine punishment of de-
fendant convicted for first-degree murder
and there was no error, Supreme Court
had no power to substitute its judgment
for that of trial court and could not reduce
the penalty to life imprisonment. Pen.
Code, §§ 189, 190, 1181, 1260.

a

Z. B. West, Santa Ana and Morris La-
vine, Los Angeles, for appellant.

Fred N. Howser and Edmund G. Brown,
Attys. Gen, and Frank Richards, Deputy
Atty. Gen., for respondent.

TRAYNOR, Justice.

This appeal is from a judgment im-
posing the death penalty following the
conviction of defendant of first-degree
murder.

Defendant and deceased were married in
Huntington Park, California, on April 6,
1947. They lived together in Santa Ana,
California, where defendant was employed.
Shortly before Christmas, 1948, deceased
became a saleslady and department mana-
ger for Davis Stationers on East Fourth
Street in Santa Ana. Early in March,
1950, deceased left defendant and institut-
ed divorce proceedings that resulted in the
entry of an interlocutory decree of divorce
in her favor on April 25, 1950, Defendant
repeatedly importuned deceased to return
to him, both before and after the entry of
the decree. On April 10, 1950, he quit his
employment, presumably because of his
depression over the separation. There-
after not only did he frequently visit his

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348 Cal. 930 PACIFIC REPORTER, .2d SERIES

but has no authority to change or modify
the punishment in those cases in which the
fixing of the punishment is part of the
verdict. If such authority were vested in
the trial court it is believed that in certain
circumstances a new trial of the entire
cause might be avoided.” Second Progress
Report of the Special Crime Study Com-
mission on Criminal Law and Procedure
[March 7, 1949] Proposal XXVIII, p. 20.
The proposed amendment provided that this
power, like that given in subdivision 6 of
section 1181, should extend to any court
to which the case might be appealed. To
bring section 1260 in accord with subdivi-
sion 6 and the proposed new subdivision,
the commission recommended the amend-
ment to section 1260 providing that the ap-
pellate court might reduce the degree of
tlte offense or the punishment imposed.
Proposal XXIX, p. 21.

Although the Legislature failed to pass
the proposed amendment to section 1181
but did enact the amendment to section
1260, it is nevertheless clear from the legis-
lative history that the amendment was de-
signed, not. to increase the scope of appel-
late review over the fixing of the degree
or punishment of crime, but to bring sec-
tion 1260 in accord with section 1181 with
regard to the reduction of the degree of
crime and to make clear that the appel-
late court can reduce the punishment rather
than grant a new trial when the evidence
does not support the punishment imposed.

In view of the holding before the 1927
amendinent to section 1181 that the court
could: not modify a judgment to correct
the degree of the crime fixed by a jury,
People v. Nagy, supra, 199 Cal. PUAN A
248 P. 906, the Legislature may have been
fearful that the same rule would apply
when the evidence was insufficient to sup-
port the punishment imposed. For example,
section 209 of the Penal Code provides for
different punishments depending on whether
or not the victim of a kidnapping suffers
bodily harm. Under the rule of the Nagy
case, assuming its applicability, an appel-
late court could not modify the punishment
in lieu of ordering a new trial when the
jury specified the greater punishment and
there was no evidence that the victim

suffered bodily harm. A comparable situa-
tion might have arisen under sections 192
and 193 of the Penal Code, which make
the punishment for manslaughter in the
driving of a vehicle depend on whether or
not there was gross negligence:

Section 1260 now makes clear that the
court can reduce the punishment in lieu of
ordering a new trial, when the only error
relates to the punishment imposed. It does
not, however, vest power in the court to
modify a judgment in the absence of
error in the proceedings. It lists the vari-
ous actions that an appellate court may
take after reviewing an order or judgment.
Thus, the court may “reverse, affirm, or
modify” as well as “reduce the degree of
the offense or the punishment. imposed”.
The section does not purport to set forth
any test for determining which of the vari-
ous possible actions the court should take.
It has never been seriously contended that
this section vests the court with power to
reverse a judgment, when the evidence
supports it and there has been no error
in the proceedings, nor has it been contend-
ed that it vests the court with power to
affirm a judgment even though there is no
evidence to support it or there has been
other prejudicial error. Whatever action
the court has taken with respect to a judg-
ment or order has always depended on
whether or not there was error in the pre
ceedings and if so whether the error was
prejudicial. Cal.Const. Art. VI, § 44%
The 1949 amendment adding the words,
“or reduce the degree of the .offense or
the punishment imposed” sets forth no
different test for determining what action
the court should take and vests the court
with no more power to reduce the degree of
the offense or the punishment imposed than
it has to “reverse, affirm, or modify a judg-
ment or order appealed from”. To con-
strue the section otherwise would give the
court clemency powers similar to those
vested in the Governor, Cal.Const. Art.
VII, § 1, and raise serious constitutional
questions relating to the separation of
powers. Cal.Const. Art. IIT, § 1; see, In
re McGee, 36 Cal.2d 592, 226 P.2d 1, and
cases cited in 24 C.J.S., Criminal Law, §
1946, p. 1091, note 26.

PEOPLE v. ODLE Cal. 849
Cite as 230 P.2d 345

[2,3] It cannot reasonably be concluded
that by adding “or reduce the degree of the
offense or the punishment imposed” to the
various actions an appellate court may take
after reviewing a judgment or order, the
Legislature intended radically to alter the
scope of appellate review and permit the
court in every case, regardless of error,
to substitute its judgment for that of the
trial court or jury. We hold, therefore,
that the amendment did no more than bring
section 1260 into accord with section 1181
(6) with respect to reduction of the degree
of an offense and make clear that the court
may reduce the punishment in lieu of or-
dering a new trial, when there is error re-
lating to the punishment imposed. The
test for determining what action should be
taken remains the same: was there pre-
judicial error in the proceedings? When,
as in this case, the trial court is vested with
discretion to determine the punishment,
Penal Code § 190, and there has been no
error, this court has no power to sub-
stitute its judgment for that of the trial
court. People v. Danielly, supra, 33 Cal.
2d 362, 383, 202 P.2d 18; People v. Tuthill,
supra, 32 Cal.2d 819, 827, 198 P.2d 505.

The judgment is affirmed.

GIBSON, C. J., and EDMONDS, CAR-
TER, and SPENCE, JJ., concur.

SHENK, Justice.

I concur in the judgment but I do not
agree with the definite implication in the
Majority opinion that this court has the
power to reduce the punishment and thus
commute.the sentence from death to life
imprisonment even in the presence of error.
The power of commutation of sentence and
pardon is vested exclusively in the Governor
by section 1 of article VII of the constitu-
tion and even that power is circumscribed
by the provision in the same section that
the chief executive may not extend execu-
tive clemency by granting a commutation
of sentence or a pardon to a person twice
convicted of a felony without the “written
Tecommendation of a majority of the
Judges of the Supreme Court.” The pro-
Visions of the constitution are “mandatory
and prohibitory’. Section 22, Article I.

When power is vested by the constitution
in one branch of the state government it
is incompetent for another branch to exer-
cise it. The latest expression of this court
on the subject is found in In re McGee,
36 Cal.2d 592,226 P.2d 1, where it was held
that when a power has been expressly
vested in the legislature (in that case to
determine the qualifications of one of its
members) the courts are without authority
to assume jurisdiction over the controversy.
It was there stated, 226 P.2d at page 3:
“The powers of the government of the
state are divided into the legislative, execu-
tive and judicial, and neither shall exercise
the powers of the other ‘excepi as in this
Constitution expressly directed or per-
mitted.’ Cal.Const., Art. III, § 1.’ Here
the power of commutation of sentence is ex-
pressly vested in the Governor and it is be-
yond the power of the legislature to trans-
fer that function to the courts as was at-
tempted by an amendment of section 1260
of the Penal Code in 1949. There is no
other provision of the constitution, express
or otherwise, directing or permitting the
courts to exercise the power thus vested in
the Chief Executive. Section 434, article
VI, adopted in 1926, authorizing the legis-
lature to grant to the courts of appellate
jurisdiction the power to make findings con-
trary to or in addition to those made by the
trial court does not by any manner of
means confer upon the legislature the right
to authorize this court to exercise the power
of commutation of sentence and thus reduce:
the punishment from death to life imprison-
ment. Section 956a of the Code of Civil
Procedure (added in 1927) is the enact-
ment designed to carry into effect the con-
stitutional amendment of 1926. That
amendment was first construed and applied
in Tupman v. Haberkern, 1929, 208 Cal. 256,
280 P. 970. The power thus conferred on
the courts applies only to cases where “trial
by jury is not a matter of right or where
trial by jury has been waived”. This pow-
er has never been exercised in criminal'
cases for the obvious reason that trial by
jury in such cases is a matter of right and
following a waiver of a jury trial the court
is not authorized to make findings of fact
as contemplated by sections 632 and 956a of

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companied by a tall, dark, rawboned
man who, she assumed, was the boy’s
father. She said the man was wearing
an ill-fitting charcoal gray suit which
looked new. She remembered it partic-
ularly because the trousers seemed to
be about six inches too short for him.

The search in the beach area contin-
ued into the night under hastily rigged
floodlights as the entire district was
cordoned off to permit police to work
unhampered by crowds.

Again Sergeants McClendon and
Scarborough learned of the new crime
by teletype. Scarborough muttered
grimly, “That sounds like Steve Nash’s
work.”

McClendon was dialing the number
of Santa Monica Police Headquarters
when Scarborough received a call on
another phone. He listened for a mo-
ment, then gave a whoop. “Nash has
been picked up!” he yelled to his part-
ner. McClendon hung up without com-
pleting his call.

Nash had been arrested at 4 p.m. in
a squalid district of the east side. Offi-
cers James W. Bennett and Russell
Taggert spotted him driving a beat-up
sedan on East Fifth Street near Maple
Avenue. They had not heard about the
beach murder, but they recognized
Nash from the mug shots they carried
on their clipboard.

Nash offered no resistance when he
was stopped. He identified himself as
Vincent Farrell, and protested that he
had done nothing. Officers Bennett and
Taggert didn’t argue with him; they
took him to Central Homicide, after
relieving him of a razor-edged hunting
knife he carried in a leather sheath
strapped to his right wrist.

Nash looked like a scarecrow. He
was wearing a new charcoal gray suit,
the trousers too short for him by sev-
eral inches. His white shirt and the
pants were blood-spattered and there
was crusted blood on the hair on the
backs of his huge hands. There also
was crusted blood on his hunting knife.

Sergeants McClendon and Scarbor-
ough immediately noted two time fac-
tors: Little Larry Rice was found un-
der the pier at 2:30; Nash was picked
up in Los Angeles, 20 miles away, at
four o’clock.

Under their questioning, Nash sul-
lenly admitted knifing Dennis Butler in
the hotel lobby, but he insisted it was
in self-defense. Asked to explain the
blood on his clothes and hands, he
claimed he had been in a fight on Skid
Row the night before. The sergeants
booked him on the assault charge and
locked him up for the night.

They notified beach detectives of
their suspicions that Nash might be
Larry Rice’s killer, and assigned a team
to check out the owner of the allegedly
borrowed car Nash was driving when
he was picked up,

From the Santa Monica police, they
got confirmation of the teletyped report
about the ill-fitting charcoal gray suit
Larry’s last-known companion report-

edly was wearing. They also learned
that the knifing of the boy now was
‘believed to have taken place at ap-
proximately 1:30 in the afternoon.

Captain Guggenmos swiftly rounded
up witnesses who had seen Larry and
the man with him on the beach and
rushed them to Los Angeles. Each of
them unhesitatingly picked Nash out af
a line-up.

Sergeants McClendon and Scarbor-
ough had sent Nash’s bloodstained
clothes to the crime lab, and now the
lab experts reported they had found
short blond hairs and shreds of flesh
matted in the dried blood on the sus-
pect’s knife. The sergeants grilled Nash
about the boy. They found him a tough

- customer.

Mouthing foul obscenities, he denied
all knowledge of Larry Rice, denied he
had been anywhere near the beach
area. For more than an hour he stuck
to this defense, but suddenly, as if tir-
ing of fencing with his interrogators,
he shrugged and said, “Aw, what the
hell is the difference? Sure, I killed the
kid. So what?”

His questioners wanted to know why

- Howling curses, hiding his face in his shirt, Nash yelled, “I hate people!”

i

—what could a little ten-year-old kid
possibly have done to provoke such
monstrous retribution? The murderer’s
surly explanation was almost as shock-
ing as the crime itself.

“I killed him to get back at the world
for some of the pushing around I took
when I was a kid,” Nash snarled, Then
he smirked and added, “I’m happy
now, and I hope yau are, too.”

Under heavy guard, Stephen Nash
was taken to Santa Monica for con-
frontation by the full complement of
witnesses who had seen Larry with the
tall, rangy man. Without exception, the
witnesses identified him.

Asked if he would reenact the crime,
Nash shrugged. “Sure, why not? What
the hell have I got to lose?”

He said he met Larry near the Ocean
Park pier. “I treated him to some
games and I was glad when. he won
that little elephant. Then we walked
up the beach and wandered under the
Santa Monica Pier. I boosted him over
that big storm drain.

“Suddenly I saw my chance. to. get
even with the world. I got an- urge to
kill him. I pulled out my knife, grabbed

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the kid, and cut him in the stomach. He
started to yell, so J] threw him face
down in the sand and |ept stabbing
him till he shut up. I don’t know how
many times J stabbed him.”

The officers listening to this cold-
blooded recital, all hardened yeterans
of many human tragedies, were visibly
shocked at the killer’s poastful tone.
He seemed proud of whaj; he had done,
as if he had vindicated his cherished
ambitions.

“Now I’m square with the world,”
Nash continued. “I’m sorry it had to be
a kid, but I had to get even. I had a
good sleep last night, for the first time
in weeks.”

Returned to Los Angeles, Nash found
detectives from Long Beach waiting to
question him. The charcpa} suit which
fit him so ludicrously bore the label of
a Long Beach men’s store. It was iden-
tified as a suit recently sold to the slain
student hair stylist, John Berg, and
was missing from his wardrobe.

Nash readily admitted murdering
Berg. “Sure, I killed that fellow, too,”
he said with a satisfied leer. “I didn’t
like him.”

“That’s a hell of a reason to kill a
man,” a detective said. “Do you kill
everybody you don’t like?”

“Are you trying to get me in trou- .

ble?” Nash snapped mgckingly. Then
he laughed at his own joke. He agreed
to tell them how he came to kill Berg.

“I was on the prowl in Long Beach,
Sunday night. I got talking to this fel-
low and I went up to his place for a
meal and a flop. But that guy bothered
me. He kept puttering around the
apartment and | couldn’t get to sleep.
So I stabbed him. I took the suit he was
wearing and some money from his
wallet. I went over to Santa Monica,
had a swim at the beach and rented a
room there.”

Unable to sleep for a couple of
nights, Nash said, he had taken quanti-
ties of nerve stimulant pills and spent
the time wandering around the beaches
until around noon on Thursday, when
he met little Larry Rice,

After he had butchered the boy,
Nash said, he took the bus back to Los
Angeles and borrowed the car from a
crony he met on Skid Row. “I intended
to get out of town, but fast,” Nash said,
“but it was just my luck those two flat-
feet spotted me,”

There was still the unexplained de-
scription of the Long Beach witness
who had seen Nash with Berg in the
cafe at 3 a.m. on Monday. This witness
had said Berg’s companion had a
“Southern accent.” He picked Nash out
of a line-up, and the accent bit was
oddly cleared up.

It seemed that Nash had lost all his
teeth in the course of his career and
never bothered to get false ones. The
lack of dentures impaired his speech.

There was not a hint of remorse in
Nash’s demeanor. Jn the days that fol-
lowed, he gloried in being the center of
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Described by the judge as “the most evil person who ever appeared in my court,”
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into the lobby and made their way to
the center of a group clustered around
a young man lying on the floor. He
was dressed in laborer’s clothes, ap-
peared to be in his mid-20s. He was
barely conscious, but mumbling. Blood
streamed between the fingers of his
hands clutching his abdomen. Blood
gushed from other stab wounds in his
chest, arms and shoulders. His face
looked like bloody oatmeal, its fea-
tures almost formless from a vicious
battering.

Outside, wailing sirens heralded the
arrival of an ambulance and more

police cars. Before hospital crews
lifted the victim onto a_ stretcher,
Officer Gillet crouched with his ear
close to the wounded man’s lips.

“Who attacked you?” the officer
asked.

Blood bubbling from the man’s
mouth made his reply unintelligible.
Gillet asked the question again. This
time he could make out the words:

“Nash... Nash... Nash done it. . .”

Who was Nash? What was his first
name? Where did he live?

The victim, apparently bleeding to
death, could not answer, The ambu-

Pal waits vainly for 10-year-old Larry Rice, kid- Z
naped and murdered on way home from school q

lance men wheeled him out and sped

him to Georgia Street Receiving 4
Hospital, }
With the wounded man removed, ‘a
the officers at the scene methodically q
weeded out witnesses from the curious _
who had not arrived until after the 3

stabbing, Little by little, under patient

questioning, the witnesses gave their __ |

stories until a clear picture emerged
of the incident which culminated in
the homicidal assault.

Piecing together the assorted ac-
counts, the officers reconstructed the
events as follows: 1

The young man had come down the
stairs into the lobby of the hotel with
a rangy, lantern-jawed, powerfully
built fellow. As they reached the lob-
by, the younger man strode ahead of
his companion, as though he were
leaving him. When he went out the {
door, the big fellow followed, an angry
look on his face.

More than a dozen other hotel pa- 3
trons were in the lobby, some stand-
ing and conversing in groups, others
seated and reading newspapers or oN
magazines, The clerk, busy at the desk, 4
glanced up, noticed the two men leav-
ing, went back to his work.

No more than a minute or two after
the pair went out the front door, the
younger fellow staggered back into the
hotel. He was doubled over, hands
clutching his middle. Blood was spout-
ing from his body. “Help!” he cried.
“Somebody help me! He's gone crazy!”

Pome

But before anyone could make a
move to assist him, the front door
opened again with a bang and the big
lantern-jawed guy burst in, a wild
look on his saturnine face, a bloody
hunting knife in his hand. Jgnoring
the dozen or so onlookers, he reached
the wounded man in a couple of strides,
wrapped a powerful left arm around
his head and clamped his hand over
the man’s mouth. Then the knife hand
rose and fell as he deliberately stabbed
him, again and again, tij] the younger
fellow collapsed and crumpled to the
floor.

Even then the knifer’s blood lust was
not appeased. Screaming obscenities,
he raised his foot and brought his
heavy workman’s shoe down on the
face of the prostrate man, stomping
on him.

Finally, he stopped and stepped back,
panting. Gripping the wicked-looking
bloody knife, he stared wildly at the
people in the lobby. Then he laughed
crazily, wheeled and was gone.

It was nearly a full minute before
the witnesses, paralyzed with fright
and astonishment, recovered sufficient-
ly to rush to the fallen man’s aid. The
hotel clerk called the police, but by the
time they arrived, the knifer was lost
in the crowds on the street.

None of the wijtnesses had ever seen
the victim before, but the knifewielder
was not entirely unknown. The clerk
said he was staying at the hotel, but he
had registered as Vincent A. Farrell

of San Francisco, and not as Nash.

“He’s been staying here four or five
days,” said the clerk, his voice still
quavering from the shock of the har-
rowing experience. He checked his
records and added, ‘He registered on
November lith. No luggage, but he
paid a week in advance. There was
another fellow with him—a young
blond kid. I haven’t seen much of
either one of ’em.” He said he had
noticed Farrell come in with the young
fellow about an hour or so earlier.

The spot where the attacker had
made his first knife thrust was easily
found when the officers followed a
trail of blood down the block on Hope
Street to the Third Street Tunnel en-
trance at the corner. They also got a
good working description of the knifer.
He was described as a white American,
about 6 feet to 6 feet 1, 180 pounds,
shaggy black hair, heavy eyebrows, a
prominent protruding chin. He was
wearing a dark brown work shirt and
tight blue Levis.

The officers were admitted to Far-
rell’s room by the desk clerk. They
found little there beyond a few arti-
cles of clothing and shaving equip-
ment. There were several empty whis-
key bottles and a couple of glasses
containing the pungent dregs of some
cheap rye. Newspapers littered the
floor. The patrolmen could find noth-
ing to identify the occupants, no pa-
pers, letters or anything written.

Officers Smith and Gillet radioed
their report to the communications
center, then drove to the hospital, hop-
ing the victim might be well enough
to talk.

He was not. Doctors said his condi-
tion was critical and the prognosis for
his recovery was dubious. He had been
viciously stabbed and surgeons were
striving desperately to stop his hemor-
rhaging. .

The officers had found papers in the
victim’s wallet which identified him
as Dennis Butler, 24, a laborer living

at an address on South Hill Street. At.

that address, they were told Butler had
a furnished room, but he had been
there only a few weeks. No one knew
anything about his background or
friends; he had never brought anyone
to the house, and other lodgers had
only a nodding acquaintance with him.
There was no clue to the identity of his
assailant to be found there.

That would not be long in coming,
however. The report filed by Officers
Gillet and Smith was found to be
detailed and comprehensive when the
case went to Central Homicide that
night. Detective Sergeants Courtney
McClendon and Larry Scarborough
studied it carefully then decided to
concentrate on the “X” factor: Nash,
first name unknown, described by the
victim as his assailant.

At R & I, they pulled the cards on
every Nash in the file. It did not take
them long to pinpoint the Nash they
were seeking. They confirmed it before

morning. Witnesses, shown mug shots
of Stephen A. Nash, identified him
positively as the knifer in the hotel
lobby.

Nash’s card listed the alias Vincent
A. Farrell, the one he used when he
registered at the cheap hotel. Among
other aliases listed were Vincent M.
Carroll,
Roberts. His age, according to the
statistical information on his card,
would now be 33. His record showed
he was no transient on the wrong side
of the law.

The first entry was an arrest in 1943
as a deserter from the Army Air Corps,
which had first brought him to Cali-
fornia from his native New York. Ap-
parently he liked the Coast state and
got to know it well. Police the length
and breadth of the state also got to
know him well, for his card showed
arrests as far south as San Diego, as
far north as Sacramento. Robbery,
assault, auto theft, concealed weapons,
vagrancy, drunkenness and numerous
D&SC’s (dangerous and _ suspicious
character) were typical offenses.

Convictions and sentences listed a
1945 entry of 60 days in Los Angeles
County jail for assault with a deadly
weapon; in 1948 he drew a one-to-10 in
San Quentin for grand theft after a
strong-arm robbery on a Los Angeles
street; he was paroled in 1953, returned
to San Quentin as a parole violator in
short order, released once more in
1955.

In Oakland, he was nabbed again
on December 21, 1955, for assault when
he slugged a young Oklahoma furni-
ture mover with a piece of pipe. The
court gave him a break on this rap.
On his agreement to submit to psychi-
atric treatment, Nash was allowed to
plead guilty to simple battery and
given six months at Alameda County’s
Santa Rita prison farm. He was re-
leased from there on June 30, 1956.
He had been at liberty now for four
and a half months.

From his record, Nash obviously was
tough and dangerous, but not neces-
sarily homicidal—until now.

The same night of the stabbing, de-
tectives staked out in Nash’s hotel room
were waiting when his 18-year-old
roommate walked in, Obviously he
was unaware of what had happened
that afternoon.

Badly frightened, he was more than
eager to cooperate, although he had
little enough to tell. He said he was
working as a dishwasher in a cafe. He
met Nash in San Francisco, where he
teamed up with the ex-con several
weeks before. He said that on the
night of November 10th, Nash showed
him $400 in travelers checks and told
him they had to leave San Francisco
at once. Without even waiting to
gather up their clothes and personal
articles, they hopped a midnight plane
to Los Angeles.

The thoroughly scared blond kid
pleaded to be believed when he said

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he never had taken any part in Nash’s
illegal activities. He had no previous
record, Nash had never told him any
incriminating secrets, other than show-

ing him his hunting knife and boast-~

ing that he had used it upon occa-
sion. He didn’t know Dennis Butler.
He had no idea where Nash might be

- hiding out, he declared.

Pending further investigation, the
kid was booked on a holding charge
of suspicion of assault, but detectives
were reasonably certain he was guilty
of no more than misguided hero wor-
ship of a braggart tough guy.

Dennis Butler, the knifing victim,
was still beyond questioning; his
condition remained grave following the
surgery despite massive blood trans-
fusions. Early on Saturday morning,

Sergeants McClendon and Scarborough .

went to the hotel stabbing scene and
talked at length with witnesses to the
incident. Without exception, each wit-
ness was still shaken by the experi-
ence. All agreed that the knifer was

Shown Nash photos by Lt. Barham (r.), boys said they saw him

a man in the grip of some evil frenzy,’

“T’]] never forget that look on his
face just before he turned and ran,”
one said. “It was as though he’d just
scored some great triumph. If I’ve
ever seen sheer murder madness in a
man’s eyes, that was it.”

Other witnesses endorsed this state-
ment. The homicide officers prowled
Nash’s known Skid Row hangouts
without turning up a trace of him.
They contacted police of San Fran-
cisco and Oakland, but he had not been
seen there. Several times over they
questioned the kid dishwasher who
had been rooming with the fugitive,
and finally released him on his prom-
ise to let them know if he saw Nash
or heard of his whereabouts.

After four days, Dennis Butler, the
young knifing victim, confounded med-
ical opinion and postponed a murder
rap against Nash by rallying. Ser-
geants Scarborough and McClendon
rushed to the hospital when they heard
he was ready to talk.

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Butler told them he had been out
of a job and broke when he dropped
into a mission at Fourth and Los An-
geles Streets for a free meal. He met
Nash there and got to talking with
him. Nash invited him out for a drink.
He flashed a roll and gave Butler a
five-spot, Butler took it with the un-
derstanding that he’d repay the loan
as soon as he got working. Nash sug-
gested he walk back to his room with
him, “so you’ll know where I live
when you want to pay back the five.”

The big fellow bought a bottle of
whiskey and they had a few drinks
in his room. Then Nash began talk-
ing wildly, bragging how tough he
was, Butler said he became leery and
decided he’d better get out of there.
He thanked Nash, said goodbye and
walked out of the room. Nash followed
him downstairs and down the street.
He caught up with Butler near the
Third Street Tunnel.

When Butler told Nash to leave him
alone, Nash whipped the hunting knife
out of his sleeve. Without warning, he
stabbed the young fellow in the belly.
Butler started to run, yelling for help.
Nash ran after him.

Papers were brought to the hospital
and Butler swore out a complaint
charging Steve Nash, alias Vince Far-
rell, with assault with a deadly weapon
with intent to commit murder. A
warrant was issued for Nash’s arrest.
Homicide issued an all-points bulletin
for the fugitive.

Reporting to Homicide Captain Rob-
ert A. Lohrman, Sergeant McClendon
said, “It’s Nash’s lucky break that the
charge is only assault instead of mur-
der. As far as he’s concerned, Butler
could be lying out there in the ceme-
tery instead of in the hospital. Nash
meant to kill that man. We're looking
for him on the basis that he’s a killer.
And we'd better get him quick, because
he’s the kind of guy who'll get an itch
to use that knife again.”

Another week passed. Stephen Nash
continued at large, despite the state-
wide dragnet and search for him.
Until the afternoon of Tuesday, No-
vember 27th, not a lead was turned
up. The lead that turned up then did
not put police any closer to Nash, but
it did tell them, with reasonable cer-
tainty, where he had been.

On Tuesday, in an apartment house
on Atlantic Avenue in Long Beach,
the landlady was having trouble with
lighting in one of the halls. When new
bulbs failed to work, she assumed a
fuse had blown. The fuse box for that
circuit was located in the penthouse
apartment of one of her tenants, John
William Berg, a handsome 27-year-old
Navy veteran and student hair stylist.

The landlady knocked several times
on his door. Getting no answer, she
let herself in with a passkey. Seconds
later she burst out of the apartment
screaming hysterically, “Call the po-
lice! Call the police! He’s been mur-
dered!”

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_ with it.

Detectives found Berg’s nude body
sprawled on the floor beside his bed,
which was literally saturated with
blood long since congealed. The small

apartment was a scene of wild dis- -

order, clearly indicating that a fierce
struggle had taken place.

The Navy vet had suffered a vicious
stabbing in the stomach and two stab
thrusts in the neck. His face was bat-
tered to a bloody pulp, The apartment
had been thoroughly ransacked; tables
were overturned, chairs were lying on
their sides, drawers had been up-
ended and their contents scattered. A
thorough search by police turned up
the victim’s empty wallet, but there
was no sign of the murder weapon.

A woman’s softly waved blond wig
lay on the bloody bed, lending a ma-
cabre touch to the scene, Detectives
later learned that Berg used. the wig
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A coroner’s deputy told Long Beach
police on the case, headed by Inspector
Harry P, Finch and Detective Robert
F, Shaw, that he estimated Berg was
slain approximately 36 hours before
his body was discovered. Finch and
Shaw set about retracing the victim’s
last hours. They talked to numerous
persons whose names were listed in
an address book found in the apart-
ment. They went to the beauty oper-
ators’ school and interviewed person-
nel and fellow students of the slain
man.

The most significant disclosure from
these conversations was the fact that
Berg was last seen at three o’clock
Monday morning in a Long Beach cafe,
eating at a table with a hard-looking,
roughly dressed man. Berg’s compan-
ion was described as in his late twen-

-ties, about six feet tall, shaggy black

hair, prominent black eyebrows and
piercing brown eyes deepset under

Arrested three hours after the little boy was slain, Nash struggled with deputies, yelled, “Sure I killed the kid!

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heavy brows. He was said to be wear-
ing tight Levis, a dark sport shirt and
a dark-colored Eisenhower jacket.
Berg had introduced him to a friend
as “Jim.” The friend said Berg’s com-
panion spoke with a Southern accent
and said he came from North Carolina.
He also mentioned that he had been
in the Navy.

Via teletype, news of the Long Beach
murder reached Homicide Sergeants
McClendon and Scarborough in Los
Angeles, 20 miles away. They were
immediately struck by two things: the
MO of the killing, which closely par-
alleled Nash’s near-fatal wounding of
Dennis Butler, and the description of
Berg’s last-known companion, which
fit Steve Nash.

They hurried to Long Beach and
showed mug shots of Nash to witnesses
who had seen Berg with the big
roughly-dressed man in the cafe, but
they failed to make a positive identi-

So what?”

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fication. All thought the man they had»
seen looked like the mug shots of Nash,
but they couldn’t be sure.

Nevertheless, Sergeants McClendon
and Scarborough were virtually cer-
tain Nash was the killer. With the

- approval of Deputy Chief Thad Brown,
the detective commander, they called
in all radio and foot patrolmen of Cen-
tral Division, distributed photos of
Nash and briefed them on his record,
known and suspected. Officers and de-
tectives who knew the fugitive by

. sight, from contact with him in earlier

arrests, were given special assignments

in Skid Row districts. .

Captain Lohrman and his aides com-
pared notes with San Francisco police,
but the latter, after a search of their

files, could not find any record of a

crime which might have caused Nash

to skip San Francisco in a big hurry.

McClendon and Scarborough then
went carefully over their files and came
up with a lead. They recalled that

Nash’s young dishwasher roommate

told them that Nash had come down

from Sacramento just before they met.

Matching this information with a tele-
type in the homicide file, received from
Sacramento in mid-October, they fig-

ured they had something significant.

The Sacramento teletype, over the
signature of Chief J. V. Hicks, reported
that the body of Floyd Leroy Barnett,

Insps. McDonald (r.), Nelder (opp. page) saw Nash point to the
spot where he pushed car into San Francisco Bay. Brought to top ;
of pier, body of earlier murder victim Robert Eche was revealed

a young ex-convict transient, had been
found floating in the Sacramento River.
His throat was cut from ear to ear, he
had been stabbed repeatedly, and his
head and face were bludgeoned. De-
tectives had found evidence indicating
he was killed on the river bank near a
hobo jungle, and his body.then rolled
or dragged down the levee.

Police picked up and questioned two
of Barnett’s hobo friends, then released
them. They sought in vain for a tall,
lantern-jawed, roughly dressed man
with whom Barnett had been drinking.

Again, McClendon and Scarborough
noted, the MO fit Nash, and so did the
description of the victim’s last known
companion. Savage, wanton, homicidal
butchery was clearly established as
Steve Nash’s trademark.

In a plan calculated to avoid spook-
ing Nash into flight, Los Angeles offi-
cials decided to withhold from the
press their suspicions that Nash was
their No. 1 suspect in the Berg slay-
ing. But every available facility and
dozens of men were assigned full time
to the hunt for the knife-happy killer.
Everyone on the case was driven by
the conviction that Nash would kill
again and again until he was caught.

Their worst fears were realized on
Thursday, November 29th by a crime
which shocked citizens of the entire
Los Angeles area.

Larry George Rice, a 10-year-old
towhead, was sent home from school
in Venice Thursday morning for fail-
ure to bring a note from his father.
The woman principal had ordered him
to bring the note in reply to a note she
had sent the parent about a minor
infraction of discipline the boy had
committed.

Following school regulations, she
called the boy’s father at the aircraft
plant where he worked, to tell him
she was sending Larry home. Mr.
Rice informed the principal that the
housekeeper would be at home to take
care of Larry. The boy’s mother had
died of cancer only two weeks earlier.

Mr, Rice arrived home from work
late that afternoon and, was astonished
to hear from the housekeeper that
Larry had not come home at his usual
time, nor earlier. The worried father
then drove slowly along the beach
fronts of Venice, Ocean Park and
Santa Monica, vainly seeking his son
in the youngster’s favorite recreation
spots. With each passing fruitless mo-
ment, his fears increased.

He stopped a motorcycle officer and
asked if he’d seen a boy of Larry’s
description. The officer hadn’t. He sug-
gested that Mr. Rice go to the Santa
Monica Juvenile Bureau.

Detectives there listened to Rice’s
description of his missing son, then

said gently, “Yes, Mr. Rice, we think
we may be able to take you to your
son—but you'll have to prepare your-
self for a shock.”

They took him to Santa Monica
Hospital, arriving at the precise mo-
ment that little Larry Rice, undergo-
ing emergency surgery, drew his last
breath. The 10-year-old had been
stabbed a total of 30 times in the
abdomen, back and other parts of his
body. The father identified him,
shocked into near speechlessness. He
asked one question:

“Why, God? Why?”

Why the terrible tragedy had hap-
pened could not be answered. What
had happened became clear in piece-
meal fashion. Little Larry Rice was
already dying when he was found
under the crowded Santa Monica
Municipal Pier at 2:30 by two boys
who had been walking along the big
storm drain under the pier. They dis-
covered Larry, huddled on a patch
of sand soaked by his own blood. His
piteous moaning as he lay clutching
his tummy, his knees jackknifed up in
pain, drew them to the spot.

Terrified, the kids ran up the beach,
screaming for help. A lifeguard on the
beach got their story. He ran to his
station, grabbed a first-aid kit, and
followed the boys at a dead run to
the spot where the mortally wounded

youngster lay. One look at the wounded

’ child was all he required to know

that Larry desperately needed far
more than anything his first-aid kit
could provide. The lifeguard yelled
to people on the pier to summon an
ambulance and police.

For three hours, Santa Monica Hos-
pital surgeons strove with all the
means at their command to save the
young boy’s life, transfusing quarts of
blood into his depleted veins, racing

. against time to tie off severed arteries,

even cutting into his chest to massage
the heart when the beating stopped.
All their efforts were in vain. Larry
died without regaining consciousness,
without uttering any intelligible word.

Sometimes, police and detectives are
accused of being cold and impersonal,
but the dozens of officers and detec-
tives who now descended upon the
beach area were consumed with a
burning fury which they had to strug-
gle to control. Many were fathers of
children close to the age of Larry
Rice. One question filled their minds
almost like an obsession: What kind of
a human would commit such a bloody
outrage on the person of a 10-year-
old boy?

Each man was determined to work
for days on end without sleep, if need
be, to bring the killer to justice. Not a
man, woman or child on that beach

Body of prominent Attorney William A.
Bonsall was left, nude and slashed, in
the driveway of his Los Angeles home

that day escaped questioning. Detec-
tives found two youths, 13 and 16, who
had seen Larry about one o’clock,
walking along the beach with a tall,
angular-faced man with shaggy black
hair and beetle-brows. They thought
the man was about 40, and said he was
wearing a charcoal gray suit.

Another youth said he saw Larry
and the man walk under the pier. He
now recalled that a few minutes later
he heard a series of screams, but he as-
sumed the screams came from boys
playing on the beach. Other witnesses
were found who also had heard the
screams and thought the same thing.

An officer brought a youngster of 11
to Santa Monica Detective Captain
Robert Guggenmos. The Jad told a
story of a man answering the descrip-
tion of Larry’s assailant, who had at-
tempted to entice him under the pier a
couple of days before. The officer said
another boy, who had seen both Larry
and the informant with the man, was
sure it was the same man.

In the bloody sand where Larry had
lain dying, detectives found a small
ceramic elephant with one leg broken
off. They traced it to one of the beach
concessions on the Ocean Park Pier,
where they learned that Larry had won
it by pitching balls at wooden milk
bottles. The concessionaire remem-
bered him well, and said he was ac-

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Greenwood Township, 13 ,
C Castello. Herman Kaiser.Jos Lehman,
md L Shepherd, Henry L Schaller, John
nt. Horace A Burnett, John Brads, Car
Sp iller,-Rudoiph Niegel, Laurence. Niegel.
fous F Ryman, Chas W Wagner.
: peimnon Falls Township, 5.
aegh PF Foster, Wm Halniine. Antone
2%, John D Re¥otre, Jacob Zantgral.

PPERVISORIAL District. No, 5.

Reorgetown Township, 20.

nty H Ward, Amg P Shannon, oR. J Net

Thos P Kenna. Cora V. Heuser, WC

n, Lena E. Clarease, Richard, Bucbler,
Ae Mirtsh, A S Cushman, AA Francis,

y Sherwood, Joho H Stanton, Mary L

sett. Emily J Oreill, Elmer C.Ogle, Maud

prn, Lao F. Flynn, Laurence , Boone Hee.
S Luce, , A Sa eithed
Kelsey Township, 8. -
nJ Hawkins. Jas McGraw, Mary Peters,
de Lawyer,Geo Hl Reese. Wm ii Metenysty
‘aie Heindell, Mabel Veerkamp, .-- .
Lake Valley Township, 2. a
Copland, Wm F Conolieys. ters
1¢ Modern Grocery Company bela
lowest’. bidder to furnish the
Hospital with groceries «for
six months, were awarded
ract as per. thelr bid, upen
fing @ good and sufficient bond.

irs A. ®. £orni being the lowest

Mier to furnish the county. hospital
) meat for the ensuing six months
arded the ccntract upon the said
A. F, Forni tiling a Rood and]
clent bond. ~
max Baer being the- lowest ‘bidder
urnish. the county hospital with

hing for the year 1920, is award 4.

Sia contract’ upon his filing a good
fen sufficient. bond:
x Bros. being the only bidder to
ish the county hospital with drugs
he ensuing year, are awarded ‘ire
ract roe ee filling a good ‘and
cient bo:
funzi Bros. being the only bidders
surnish the county hospital. with
=d for the ensuing year, were

rded the contract upoo their fil- oe

a@ good and sufficient bond.
» hye sring to the Roard that the
the present county ‘health
Pr has expired. it was, on motion
. C; Akin seconded by John Wall
unanimously carried, ordered that
8.:H. Rantz be and he is héreby |
binted county. health’ officer. for

year: 1920.

ie report of the Grand ‘Jury was
ived. read and ordered filed...

‘Wednesday, January 7th, 1920.
esent all members and the Clerk.
1@ Treasurer, Auditor and Chair.
of the Board of Supervisors met
he purpose of fixing the, rate. of
rest on deposit of county moneys
nks and banking corporations,and

parate so fixed is hereby fired at 2%

m. and this shall be the unt-

of interest required. from

receiving deposits fromthe

El Dorado for the year 1920.

is ordered that a charity allow-

[7 of 85 per month be granted. to

jiam H, Collins until the further
suet of the Board. eet

mm motion of. Jas. Creighton: nec-

ed by John Walhjhat the County

card the printing to the Mountain

eoocrat for the year 1920, a vote

~ Delinquent tax Het; ¢ pubjications. .

pear ut and advertising to be paid
or the year 1920, ta hereby adopted
and declar.d to..be as folluws, to wit.
ADVFRTISING
Per square~For first ineertion and for each
subsequont insertion:

s0.90 30
Election proc, 2 weeks or more, .
Semt-An, Repott Pattie Admr, bt. ry ‘$0
Seml-An. Report Board of paper: Gogh

visors, per columa., Si eeeae treat 9 00
All other legal advertising. é 4.00
Ail advertising not fequired by law 20%

A equare (se defined aa 24 ema nonparell
type or approximately nine lines: or three-
quarters of -an. Inch atandard: newspaper
measure. All advertiaing must be set entire
ly as to bods in solld nonparell type without
paddingexcept between headlines,

For ptiblishing prececdings of the Board of
Superv fsora, 25 cenle per aquare tn’ regular
type used for news matter. or 4 cents per
square when set in nonparell type, .

RATES FOR JOB WORK -

Firat 100, and each subsequent 100,

Posters— Election Proclamation |; 8.400 at
. Half sheets 18x24)..2..... Radice a eith ye 4.00

* Quarter sheets...c.c5..5 05 TCO TS ET b

Kighth sheets
Legal Blanke—W how aheeta, 4a PP.

and endorpement..

Three paces and endorsement..
. Four pages and endorsement. .

Hall Sheets, 1 side and endor..

"Two sides and endotsement

Quarter Sheets, 1 side and edors

Eighth Sheeta and tess...
Aasessment Sheets—sheets ae x 14,2

sides, three colors, printipg onis. rhs
General Tax Receipta—sheets 94x24 |.

one side, printlog onlr, 10.0) 2.75
Postal Cards, few words. print's aoly. 1. 50. 45

Long wording or table > L754
' Per 1000
Letterheads—On i? ib comimierctal

or ite equivalent...

1,000. widen

Koch py yifrn pier te pe ny
es nd Stock, per thousand .. 4
y printing only, bare thousand, ies
Billhesds sixes in size :..

Per thousand... :
County Warrants—On Fiat writtne: %

 paper.in ad FOE-PURE A only: 8.00 re

No, 9 white

No, 10 white XXX. per

For printing onis. or: 1,000 200. mee
On all foregoing supplies, if num. - Say

quired: periorating: or binding re- ah i
gs same to be at ryan ing. Mere.

Nomberini, per 400 numbers. .
Perforating. per 100 perforatioba:;
Binding in pasteboard é

pepe pe fe ang wy specified or cias-
in this eee to be ‘at Faas n ye
commercial rates prevailing. at" time

livering work. ©".

It. appearing to the ‘Boa that the
bid of tor Williamson
Crockett for the taroleting: ir aii
Jabor; materials and mechanical work: |.
manship necessary  for-the building, |

earth surface Public:

commencing at station 5 at center
of present Coloma’ and Green. yy
road N. no degrees 45° minutes &

ft. from SW corner of SEi of NEF ae
Sec .13.Twp10NR9 EM Dand
and running easterly on surveyed nes
on northerly side of Dry Creek 6113 20
ft to a nt at. intersection with
present Placerviile and. Green Valiey
road in SWi of SEi of Sec 18.Twp 10
N R10 E M Dand M, ts the lowest

the said bid of Hector Wiillamson
aod. E.A Crockett in tie sald amount
Of $1800 00 be accepted subject to bis
tiling & guod and auPiclnnt ade’ aed by.

aw-and speciticatio: me

|construction and: completion ‘of an oe ee
Road

bid» viz: 01800.00, it was° on~ mution }-
duly made; seconded and carried tliat]:

to be entered into and dul
and the Chaitman of this ‘Doards

hereby authorized an directed toex. j

ecute the same on behalf of this ayer: :
and the County of. El Dorado, and to

do any and all Sey proper in ue i.
on

premises in connect thereto.

No further business appearing the
Honorable’
again called by the chairman,

“ARTHUR J. KOLETZKR, Clerk,

as

PHased at San Quentin

Lafayette Newell. condemned to te" "i

banged forthe morder of Mrs. May
Reeves at the Somérset
the penalty at San Quentin, January ~

As the hour for his execution

neared‘ he became very nervous and
as he was taken from his cell fainted |}

away. When revived he broke into
sobs and as the rope was adjusted.
fell to his knees, requiring the sup-

S| port of two men as the trap was 4

aprung at 10:16 o'clock, At 10:27 he
was pronounced dead... The body was

brought here ee a0f. portal at. 4

LS crete Vajiey,

Bank of Italy” Di vidend 5 Notice =

«°< (Head OMoe, San Francisco)

For the half-year ending December
31, 1919, a dividend has’ been declared ~
at the rate of four (4) per cent pe
annum vn all savings deposits, pa
able on and after January. .2, 1920.
Dividends not calied for are added to
and bear the same rate of interest as

Mithe principal from January 1, 1920. -

Deposits‘made on or before’ January :
7% | 10, 1920, will earn interest from Jan. >
vary: I, 1920, ms.

AL P. GIANNINI, President.

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NORTHCOLT,

1 RANDULT'
\ rf Tin
ALU '

U1 IDR
OMAN, Wt

to Scaffold, Unaided,
With Firm Step
CHRISTIAN FAITH
' AVOWED AT LAST

OO Persons See Penalty —
Eaxacted: One Faints;
Body Going East
Pieardeatne Marek Pease Wore
SULSOM PRISON, Feb S.-- Pray-

fue oaieud ond walking unas.

sisted. Harrison Randolph, 24. %eent
eabmly te dis death oon the callows

here at 10 oelock this morntng,!

paving the penalty exacted by the
state for the murder last Novem,
ber of Mere Peart Hunnieutt of Bak-

ersfield) The trap was sptung at
feet and Randolph was pro
Peovrtened dead we Telia

The execlicton Wis Nithessed be ap.

Pronto ately titty pen, petty,
fFoirds sewepapermen nd pollre of-
fires tope fainted after the trap

was eprong
No Hrtch in Procedurs
There wae oa hth ar the execution
tantesotiet
spaieny

Prowse
trgty te the goalie we wnat treat
White the pow ne Waew At setort Asotn
Warden

Larce ph wene

Stant jiater ee siete!) frag
Cart Meee thee fe gy se ame Spreng ated
tte bie death -

Blah opti tence tie firet qoretetoe
fesscem of Teligion today when he

mt the dest

the sioser drope

Peeper

Pleagan ef the
eeehe tle rate re last

Starerrent wha taney

tatreeg to tha Bret rengpiete sileneoe ant
Peg Ge bin erie
- Cot i d Crime

odo Wa,

, pie
tieotarts ald Seni? After

ered
Di eee ty Mrs Hint ott, whe
Yiret hi try dey retreat Gols gavel
thet fed HE be strapeled les hene-

Tretroae Mee Gents He “wae captured
aeon offer at Tranenitlitwetin Fyeane
ceourty by Rem county deputy share
fs. und wonlaeerd to ene crime, Fre
the ye of 8, Randetpm hades been
- strmost continually confined in sone
penal institution as
Steeps Soundly
Mandoiph conferred cwith hte enn.
fessor, Father Vieogwan tiotil tate leet
Right Vle therpeserce a few letters
noel owent te bed. sleeping skanndly
prt he was awakened by enard< for
Nie breakfast He appeared «heer.
fu''s resigned te his fate und assured
the guards that he was'ready for the
end
Several dave uge the staver rovade
eerthin requests fer the dlemoeition
of bis few personal effects, His body
Kae been claimed Ue relatives manne
WI prebatity be retired te Toneedn,
Neb owhere Lis mother, Mrs. Blanche
Streha, restdes,
ga 5: Vp an ate canvie’ psesaultad
Mra  Viunrieutt ond ctrumied her to
Aewh with an electrin imeh! extenston
oe td, wfter spending oo evening at her
ty ter me a Rest
Befriended by Woman
The woman, whe bad been sepa
Tatesj fron, Mer Mustard ded oma eae!
oy a ee
ste ahiss tissed her domestic divuruttie +
with Ninn
Aw mle watered aos ali etoset ters teow
¥ Serpe warbf peepee rings athe dered Peano
ese peaiitats Cem Dred frrter tasenmethitins
With Nise heemade cane thee wtrencariedd
Ler te ebeetty sctth the Pett cored
Qvcefe nee peewee at thee dee ‘
he fons Siipertor Sabie oo baad W
ver ehh ated Mat the oslawer bol
WO heed The veerreien  Gefter lie

rn
steteh et heusgh te aberseel (hae dm bis
Lenten spi ae at ee me USA) eee

Nites moh ngs ered SVE tin
Veetebetpy & ripe Pe faare tiers
Pirot rb oe gee ed

Afothe Wern couety jad twee ates

Cnitinued on Page Vad

THE WEATHER |

GORDON 8. NORTHCOTT

DEFICIENCY BILL
IN COMA STATE

Failures oof  Conferees to
Agree May Mean Death
of Measure

ferncsated op rene Toaged Wier)
J WASHINGTON, Feb. s—sinee the
fallure of Senate and Meuse conferees
ty ugree OM the tiret defictency bili
the mena has gone inte a state of
Yegisl
be te gts recovery in time te be mule
» fawiopt This season Prueth ally oll
the repects phout the nreasure’s prog.
ress for yoore than a week have re-
ported ne progres at all and now
Secretary Mellon has renewed his at-
tire uy ott The secretary of the
treasury hax oppeaed from the ouuteet
fee anmerdne tte addea by the Sen-
ate, Gre te inetease the find for pro-
hibition enforcement and another for

(oben hearings on proceedings on all

' RY: o
ne ee Oe

Smitten exa

tar redurats Ip enecess of Fo 009,
Metlon Opens Fire
Ip og fetter made public tn the Sen-

Auto
| MUA

Convicted Murderer of
Three Boys to Receive
meaner tity Monday

ONLY TW 0 BALLOTS
TAKEN BY JURYMEN

- Canadian Youth Appears
Calin When Verdict
Returned

deanciated Preae Leased Wire
} IVERSIDE, Feb. 8.- Gordon
Stewart Northcott, convicted
slayer of young boys, today xtood

face tu face with the gallows, but.

he appeared scarcely to realize It

| Riverside county jall officers, in

whose custody he will remain until

| Superior Judge George H, Freeman -

Prevuounces the death sentence
tpon him Monday, expressed bellef

“that « planned move te seek an ap-
pent from: the Catal verdict has served |

tive omer and there fe dante!

ate he agaits directed hiv fire on the.

syle Affecting tax reftinds and
with the pteture of
Pewedure gone threngh with regard
te the refunds oo mend it was ditfientt
te see suet awhera no opublie hearing
veut be property injected

Secretary Metion declared that every
clam was gone over earefully by a
staff of trained soen and that iq bis
opinion the interests of the govern:
ment were completely protected.

“Try wet ith
aneunt allowed is in exces Of $75,000,
the gener! counsel before transmitt-
ipa the tile te the commissioner, pre-
pares wove Tole ter statement of the

fo belater the voung Cenadian up He
talked almiogt incessantly to his guards

J Indlena, despite perviatent hints along over

intil an late hour Inet nlaht, after the.

fury which deliberated lees (han twee
und # half hours, had returned a ver-

dict of guilty against him, and had:

failed to recoemmennt clemency.

Paces Cell, Gesticutates
Northcott spent a bad 1S minutes
Just after thy jury retired, Jail nttend-
ente have revealed. lfe left the court.
reom smiling and apparently conident
after the jurymen had tied out. to

begin their deliberations, but when

he hed been returned to his call and
vas waiting fer hie dinner, he wid.
dently uppeared “very sullty,” guards
satd. He paced Als cell noe nie hand.
ehook when he gesticulated in char-
seteriatie manner as he tulked. fle
seemed annoved ati his momentary
lack of control and remarked “this is

the tiret thine in my life T ever have,

heen nervous.”
The nervous fit had passed by the
tire his evening meal, oa litth more

sumptuous than usual, was delivered

“he pid, TE he

ese Which 14 sub rutted Ca the joint.

coneressional comunittee on internal
reyenne iatation and the matter held
In vbevance for the 2T-dhev period pro-
vuled by taw

have nny doubt as to the. “propriety of
ifs allowanes present thetr vies,
either by letter or conference, te the
general counsels office for reconsid-
eretion.”' K
Obdjects to Publicity

“Surely, the
conten plate 4 requirement that all
these proceeding» to be open te the
pubbe he continued. “inetuding the
inital conference of the revenue agent
iy the faxpewer «offices in his axamte
Pattren et the beaks”

The secretary of the treasury
serted thist it was imt-leading: te sp
of thee petenent procedire was ua we oret

fhe wet comtended that the disetostare:
ef the fingnerd position of mew uneb
strogyel rperations might result

tink oe
thot heir run at the hands of business
rivals,

Homes of America
Face New Menace

iT mated Prowse Leeiveal Wored
ORDATIOM A CETY, Bebo © .'Phe
UG eet ee Qh ET Hi
Pee tig CRAB beee be Perea Qeteteges te ruin
Nite tec Trotters cond Westra peerennt -

vd

Heed fer Birt t PL Oar ee, sew been pat
ef the Tite yetetts of North Curlin
SL Mere ebay tee EY OO cutter ges
fel drens attevbina@ She Gi babes beige
tt tectr Nese fatter

During thet time the,
phaff of tie jer suugre seers! com. .
fines the claim ama if ‘they.

congress would not.

Vier te fiie pret) freee af trad}

Nhe pete veh tty Dyeotyvee The
treadetn Coos — oe tae eee bee

ge ofr es threawn trotition
te the ‘iraves added }

t him, and he ate with apparént
relist, :

Heara Verdict Caimly
Back tn the courtreem, he heard

read without. a Visibie tremor, the!

Serdivt whith meant death. tHe ve-

toed Judge Freeman's suggestion that:

he pell the jury, and smiled upen Uhe
jurors asx he ‘thanked (hem “for the
thenghtful attention vou have given
me.’ Fle wulked ateadily acros« the

; Courtyard and re-entered his cell jok-

ine the Ucar ta haadied with hig attend.

e ontinued m on pre Tico)

PLAN CONFERENCE ON
MERCHANT LINE SALE

(davoriated Prean Leased Wire)
WASHINGTON, Feb. S.—Members
of the shipping board have agreed to

confer with the Senate commerce comes;

mittee before closing ao contract for

jthe dissolution decree upon Hoekefel-

jor corp ‘rate vets’? of the Standard op mites

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the anle of the Athintic fleet of the.
government shipping lines.

With this understanding, the Sen-
ete committee halted tts investigation
of the proposed sate of thre lL nited
States ated Arcertean) Mereohant tines
whieh was ordered verterday, Chiair-
nan OF Connor of the shipping board
denied before the comurpitter that the
hoard comtemplated stenting a contract
for the sale of the bo satps, Including
the Testathan, toduy as had been pee
ported

Chairman Jones of the comniittee
then wuxwested that > Che beard agree

ate luforty the committe of tte deeiston

ary thee beige mittee Defone tt Crakk Since
hetings. CP Commer at Cirat objeto tut
Oona vatreed, amd ene tyermber of the
wipe bese then reese fa turn bee.
fore the committee and agreed to the
plan.

Woman Dies: “Man
May Be Released

CE adted Peeves Demand Wine t

Mrs.

LIBERTY FOR
FILIPINOS IS
GAIN ASKED

tl nuted Proven feiaed Warne

MANILA, 1, Feb. 8.—A jorrt
reaolution demanding that Prin

Pine comomvissionsra at Washington,
Bos work for immediate and
complete independence of their na-
tive land was Introduced in the
special seasion of the island Legia-
lature mere today,

The reaoliution aatd independ-
ence would be ‘the only solution
for the honor and interests of both
peoples.” indicating those of the
U. S aa well as their own.

Legislative teaders said adoption
of the proposs! was assured. ‘

The move was considered par-
treutarly significant because wt
indicated the failure of efforts to
“soft pedal’ Philippine independ-
ence agitation lest Congress listen
to pleas for adoption of anti- Phil. Ca
ippire tariff laws.

STEWART NOT TO.
ASK UUNETION »

Current haniees That Legal i
Weapon to Be Used on 4
Rockefeller Denied

fl neted Presse Leaard Wire) ae

NEW YORK, Feb. s.-—Alides of Col.
Robert W. Stewart instated today he
will net neite the wenpoen of court fi. Pot
Junctten oon his battle agatnat Join :
D. Rockefeller, Jr, to retain dirertor- to bet
hip in the Standard Off Company of feren®

Wall Street) Unat such might be whit
undertaken, and :
Colonel Stewart remained in New trrer,
Yor‘ tedey busily engaged with legal ing
and business wesectates., marshall
his forces for the bie drive for at
holders’sprostes fer the annual meet- yens
ing da Whiting, Ind.. March 7. Fils Inte?
RsSocliles reflected the colonels exe ened If
pression “ter conmeerm which pe tweer®
Voiced yesterday upon the announce. Co FE
ment of the Rockefeller camp that ard Of
John PD. dr. now helds bf per cent of mult of
the proxies of theg
Appear Confident i
Atihoneh reported sure of only 20 For §
ber cent of the proxies af the prasang Vested
time, the Stewart forees uppear con. rebeliel
{ident that many of thow now tn OTH '
Rockefellers bunds will be ohunged to djesetol
Stewart’« befora the wext four weeks Thong
have ended, THEM eee
The denial e¢ contemplation af an, Vetrlyé
appeal to tne courts wae elieited be tion wf
the repert that Stewart mighi take
advantage of the Federal Court de-
cree dissolving ther Standard ©! truat square, E
nN VAT and the clause of that deeroe ie
whieh restrains te directors inelud- eninet le
ing John D Rockefeller, Sr. from tak. * nity

conde

, i ve Waleh &
ing “any action designed to “influence H
polles or corporate ucts’ of tha dis- broush
solved unit» phanntrs

- Legal Minds @usy his reg
Althongh legal cohorts are busy an | fOtede
beth sides of the controversy, if fs in- itepure
sisted that ret poxsible bearing of Demo

fers Oppoertion to Stewart Is not now Wal
being considered, today

Rockefellers position, as dereribeq ter ?

ty his spokesman, is net one of seek. EUR &
mean

Ing to centre) or to Cinflnence poltey

Unnamed Bakersfield, Calif., newspaper, February 9, 1929,

iCantinued on patie! 1 woe

Mellus-Left Pas
Estate of $200,000

(Trited Preea Leaxed Wire)

LOS ANGELS Feb. S.—Mra. Myre! MA
tlhe Mellus, society woman for whose More
murder Lao Welley, buteher bow, ie cara!
under mentence to be hanged. left un tectis
eetate Valued at S200 000) nemordine to mente

a petition for letters of ulrnimietens tern ¢
thom, Eile in Probate Court frets
hive Clevelind, mother of Mre. Met Vh- £
Tus, Was the petitioner with te etre
Widower, Frionk Mellus, the only bein | pee
named coor! &

A ruling of the Kupreme Court ons hin trek
Kelley's append te the death sentence. ville %
is expected | vithin al ron w y days BRO [

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WASHINGTON, Feb. 8. (A — |
houses of Congress, the 1 veer itiseg |
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|

DIN was received at the White ihe
sideration of President Coolidge _

SAN FRANCISCO, Feb. 4. (
R. LL. Shore, private heat ies
Jate today on charges of sissault
ure to prevent Walter To Snitrhi

a
ad
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a } { ie " work tas rim aire
| (] complete independance of tines
A , ‘TL tlve tand wee intraduced ba
| speriat ssssien af tha talend &

ee ‘| lature here tadaeay
tha reasiuilon salt inter

> ROTOR,
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would be “the only es

ence !
‘ for the hannr and interssta of *
“1 ‘indicating theese e#f® ie
ae well aa their owe
Leyisiative lesrers said atm
L] of the propedal wat asaured

The move wee considered
em he ticularty significant decewe
indicated the failure of offer

Convicted Murderer of || vsctt peters pritippine toes

ence agitation ieat Congress th

A . {
Three Boys to Receive gag a eat Mi at
: * “ ‘| ippine tariff tawe.
_ Sentence Monday

Condemned Youth Goes |
to Seaffold, Unaided, |
: : With r in Step

i HRISTIAN FAITH
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‘ONLY TWO BALLOTS ig TART fi | IT [:
: TAKEN BY JURYMEN |
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iba 4 Exacted; One F aints: | Calm When Verdict 12
d is is Body Going East --FFICIENY BILL Returned Ke seiael Runiors That Ie

ee oa ¥ ae 7 deanctated Preaa leased Wire! f W eapon to Be U sed

peawloted Preaelaneed Wipes 4
Pedals PRISON, Feb 8.--Pray- IN COMA STATE ] IVERSIDE, Feb. §.--Gordon, Rockefeller Denied
ing wteud and walking unas: i Stewart Northeott, convicted cepcamuas
| slayer of young boys, today atood

sisted, Harrison Randolph, 24. went (United Preas Leaard Wire E

! calmly toe his death on the Rallows | — nmi i face to face with the gallows, bUE) Sw yoRK, Feb. §—Aldes
\ here at 10 o'clome this morning, | Failures of threes ty he appeared scarcely to realize iu! Lobert Wi. Mtewart inaiated. ted
paving the penalty exac ted by the Riverside county jail officern, in. will not selze the weapon of cor
atate for the murder Inat: Novein- _ Agree May Mean Death whose custody he will remain upd! junction In bis battle agains
her of Mre. Peart Hunnicatt of Bak. of Measure Superior Judge George R. Freeman | >. Rockefeller, Jr., to retain di
ersfield. The frap eas sprung at ° provuounces the death rentence | ship in the Btandard O11 Comp
19-@% and Randolph was _ pro. entertain 4 upon him Monday, expressed bellef | Indiana, despiie persiatent hint
| : mS cat whack atwalabirdee c 1OTtE _ i (oanctated Breas Teaged Wire) ithat « planned move to seek an {Wall Street that such mig
af : ‘ The eaccusdton wae withessed by ap. | WASHINGTON, Feb X—aince the peat front the Catal verdict has nerved | Ubdertalen.

; : . proatmately fifty nen, | incinding failure of Senate and House conferees tg bulater the young Canadian np. He| . Colonet Stewart remained tr
Ph Boe weet Ruarts, newspapermen and police of: to meree on the firer deffefency ih tiked almost Incewsantly to his guards | York today busily engaged withe
= j fiecrs. Ope fainted after the trap the measure haw gone fnto w state Of until a late hour luat night, after the [and business: neanciates, marae

Bliss Rr ae was aprong. . C fagtaintive ccome and there be doubt! jury which deliberated Jena than two | his ferves for the bie dtive dim

No Mitch in Procedure ee te ts recovery iy time to be made) und a half hours, bad returned a ver- | holdera’ proxtes for the annual

fAGRY ; There was ne bite in the execution fw kuw nf thie seamen, Practically all aise of guilty against him, and had | ing in Whiting, Ind., March 7
ui t j prove re Randolph went unhesitat- ithe reports abont the mreasure’s preg railed to recommend clemency. h associates renected the colons
: % j tag's ta the mathe we and stood ‘qutetiy, resa for mere Manon werk have re.) Paces Cell, Geaticulates { pression “ne concern” . while

: > while the -nanee was adjusted Au ine perted: no progress: at all and new, Northcott spent a bad 15 minutes Voiced yesterday upon the ann:

stant later, om stemal fro: Warden) Secrecary Metlon haa renewed Rix @t- just after the jury retired, Jal! attend. | Ment of the Rockefeller camp
Court Smith the tmp eae sprung atid, (ack, upon bo) The secretary. of thet inte have revealed. die left the court- (Jonn D. Jr. now nolda b1 per «
the sliser drepped te his death ) . treasury has oppoxed fenm the outwet pon, smiling and apparently confident ‘the proxies.

Randciph made Dis first guldie pre. tee amendiente ndded by the Nene) gee the jurymen had tiled out to! Appear Confidert
= fesstan of religion fadev when he wid ate, one fe inetaane the fund fer pre-  pogin their deliberations, but when) Although reported aure of 9
aconmpaniod on the. death soarch Hy hibition ‘enforcement and another for 4. had been returned to his cell and | per cent of the proxies at the p
Feather MoM. tbogan of the Catholle open hearin@esx on peoceedings on all was waiting for hin dinner, Ne sud-'time, the Stewart forces uppea

ehureh of Folaan Vie rade pe lakt tax refunds in evess of 310,008, denly appeared “very sullty,” guards ident that many of those no
Mayr ent statement whatsoever, 17 ata: Metlon Opens Fire said. He paced his cell and bie hands) Reckefeller’s hands will be chans

taining ty the est complete silence jin) Inca letter made pubite in the Sen-  wnnak when he geaticulated in char- | Stewart's Lefora the next four

fegacd te his crime | ate, he again directed hia fire on the). teristic manner as he talked. He have ended.

Cotd-bliooded Crime { amendment affecting tax reftinda and keemed annoyed at his momentary “The denial of contemplation

“ < The murder for whiet Randeiph : in je he said that with the pieture of lack of control and remarked “this in! appeal to tne courts waa elicl
hae ; ‘ pati the death penstty today Was pars pros edure gone through with reg: art the first time In my life Lever have the report that Stewart migt

ees teularts cald-hleoded After beng to the refunds tt omind if war difficult been ‘nervous.’ advantage of the Federal ton

—— 5 befriended by Mrs. Buncdeutt, (whe ee yunt’ where a public hearing The nervous fit had passed by the | cree dissolving the Standard ©

i hired hint te do rome od jobs and b he—propecty injected. time his evening meal, « litth mere in 1997 and the clause of that

y 3 then fed him, be strangied hie bene: Secretary Melion declared that every | Cnn tucus than usual, wan delivered which restrain the directors
ie bs taétrens. tocdeath oc He wap captured {CHAIN wan gene oNer carefully bY &@ 4. him, and he ate with apparént ing John 1. Rockefeller, Sr, fror

. / eneiy after. abs Tranquility: in Freane, Stare of trained. men nue on In Bi) pentane.” fing any action designed to “int
eounty by Ker cennix deputy sher- opinion | the intefeste a s : ets Hears Verdict Caimly ‘polley or corporate ucts” of th
| iff*, and confessed tnahe crime. From | intent debi? completely eee ie han Rack fp the courtroom, he heard solved unite.
iene ber the nee of 16, Rindetph chads been In r siti eae ne wet lee ges.ana, read without, a visible tremor, the! : Legal Minds Susy

, SMe ARR simost continually confined, fulsome Le er es I eeuennol. hnedave: tenner t ere which meant death. He ve-; Although legal cohorts are be
y | j penal institution AN ihe Sie tile te he Cann ikiioner pre: ‘toed Judge Freeman’a suggestion that) both sides of the controversy, it

Sleeps Soundty 7 ie Ldatanient of the | he poll the jury, and smiled upon the | sisted that -ret poesible heart
? Reebis adele prtvate Yn. TSO Ry jurors as he thanked them “for the the dissolution decree upen Koc

Pree Weds Gomme ea ican tone | ESN Netctr ae amon feat Ae ste date
nine ‘ Tia the sles. wi Fete MORTET A coneressionsl cOmunittee on internal
and went te ted, sleeping Adinaly irevenne taxation and the matter held
\ » hed, » > eel i -
until he was awakened by guards for i waver ee an bi tet as
hie breakfast. He appeared cheer- bitibas ata abd as 1
foiiiensipheds tenia: taprnnd jeastired ftaff_ of the joint congressional com-

thonghttul attention you: have given. ler’s opposition to Stewart Is no
sme Hle walked steadily acros4 the | heing considered =

| courtyard and re-entered his cell Jok- 0 Rockefeller’s position, as des
jing the meanwhile with hig - attend- iby hix spoekesnmucn, ix not one of
eT ¥ 7 r Ing to control er to “influence
ontinucd an ¢ we

the guards that he wae ready for the } mittee pxaniines the claim and if ‘ther |. ¢ seine erated frie , ralbbnites ein phason ewe <—

nner Lark at “have any doubt as to. the propriety of,

|
‘ (Contin vod on Page Treo)
| ays days ago the shiver om Aetis allowance present their views, ! . ited :
are Aa reget " ay either by fetter or conference, to the Hl
rerthin requests for the disposition | general counsel's office for reconsid- |Mrs. Mellus Left

of his féw personal effects, His body

eration,”
has heen chalmed uh relatives und Objects to Publicity hee Estate of $200,
will probably he returned ty Lincotn. | egurely, the congress would not:
Nev. where Lis mother, Mes, Blanche wits ‘| all! "

Rta iaeeatitan j contemplate a requirement that ' (United Prete Leesed Wier)
“* | x Rundotgh Mir atlennich: neenalted | there proceedings te be open to the; + a TR | LOS ANGELES, Feh. §.—Mrs
| Pf BL ts en a COL pete papiog. Wer AW Lee co ee eg cease aces ( Asrorvated Press Feared Wire) tle Mellue, society woman for
| - ‘ death with wn electrie Heht -extenaton ‘initial ennference of the revenue xgent) WASHINGTON, Feb § L—Membera| 1 ase Len Kelley, buteher by
| cord, after spending an evening at her: Mt ae Lani Frey Ol Cice the We axami- | of oe atagpind. oord Weve Sart no under ‘nentence tr be hanged,’ te
tyitine= tie urst i Unition of the books.” confer with the Senate commerce com) cavite valued at 8200000,
| rm xy an ' The s#eretary of the treasury av. /mittee before closing uo contract tor!” Seeing ¢ va negate
at eis as chet "ee be (serted that it was misirading to speak , the sale of the Atlantic fleet of the \ Pe ate: for Reteise aed —
ti | tated jenun' vet Lankans Mad elton of the present procedure as a we ret i geverninent anipping lines, : ; Eve Cleveland, fitthicr at See
Sarath te Avatar Neer Hie ahd Cne amd contended tt the disclosure | With this understanding, the Sen- jae wun. ie ’ netivsoae fe : dic
. i i whe i sneod A do . M hime tte ef the financial poxition of new and. #te committee halted its investixation | cower Frank Mt " ss > an ee
| | ee aes ed her domertic diMtieultles! crugeling. corperntions might result of the proposed sate of the United ca : ek, TNR COI
| Aw ahe entered a «mill closet to st In their cuin at the hands of bustness | States und American: Merchant les iting uf the Mupre _
| Fon . a bi # arohe'e PICA GEs twhich wax ordered yesterday, Chairs 90) UNUNE foe of Yoel teu
| " h 1 some wall papertig she had dene, sais hook hig igen Raunt imam O'Connor of the shipping board | sdb eile v the death ser
f andolph choked ber Inte tnsenstiiins denied: before. the committee “that. the, BW ekpectad within a few days

with his hands. and then strangted Homes of America Lourd contemplated sigaing @ contract

her te death with the Webt cord for the gale of the 12 ships, Including

} Usidenee produced at) the tearing. the . hia ¥ d bee ape p
: BE cinco 8 hen dp eg tie ee F ace New Menace we Pats jathan, today ux ha en re
. then indl ated that the sineer had + @hatirman Jones of the committee »

(Ut mited Pres aa ie feacrd Ware)

t attreked the voormnaet after she was eiAN i then sugested that Uhe beard agree
sluth. although he denied this un bie! OURDAMOMA CITY. Feb) &—The to tufurmn the committee of tte dectsten m
confession of the killing fhe oor PS, AS of Clara Bow and on the ship males before Ht took fincel WASHIN :TON Fet
+ After Ne Nad gest fos ovtetin o tet Gearhe te threatening te ruin petias. O'Conner at Mret ubjeeoted hut J .
Ratedetpote stare x ie from another Atvertoun homes and destroy parent) finally ggreed, and cach Dueiiber of Mie - - houses of Congrens, th

4 a reens ond Fag op er Dig dh Laeecdiaa est 3) Gerves artictotegiat snipping board ther rose in turn be. bill was received at the
4 ewe At ihe ern county fail two eve eh Ure Unversity of Nerth Caretlna. fore (he committee and agreed te (he ; > :

on seats . seid here tees teow gronmp of cutlege  plin. sideration of ! resident
teuchers attending the thdahean Kdu- : - pe ps j

| es 4 ee eres Mercian: peat ocen olin, Woman-Dies; Man SAN FRANCISCO, |

e Loui hake:quenorved thee ha mens: THe R. L. Shore, private d
, THE WEATHER thinte ra Feuth has gone mad search. ° May Be Released late today on charges w®
at ae : fag for CH and has thrown traaiittog — .
; erty ks Sao 5 a oe te the windas’ Dn, Groves uddad + (United Presa Leased Wired _ ure to prevent Ww alter
: ats yh eee : van Pranciacs, bey reatens) Pair a Oe ne LOS ANGELES, Feb 8.—With the man, from stabbing Cu
onieht and Saturday, teats Crete. ‘ eae {death here of Mra Enima A Fettan, |
tonight Suebey Cale, baeht north Move British Ruler ‘oO, grand Barceny churged nguinst aa e :
erty winds t S S: t d , Kirk (©. Tmunieon, former Los Ane WASHINGTON, Feh
SS FLNPER Ca HEA OAUIe HELA O SUSSEX SAlUrGsyY gewerreattor. neta by neuttie authori: does not contemplate
‘ Kan Joaquin aod Natta Clara val. ‘tles om & charge of stealing $800 from |
dee ORE te teats ke i : feve Wate tonight and Saturdos, LONDON. Feb § oThe king wil he fhe woman, will Be @ropped. police countries after he leave
: d Nenvs feiste tonight Glakt north. PP moved te Dornor, Supers, af 8 50 aq rm mad today fy X ‘i *
erty wlode tomwerrea if fhe weather “ermite, | Worry orer the tone was said to . ~ ral . -
© Ricree Nevadan Kale and cers Win dartase winarnm ed it ni Offtielatid - pedulted in Mre. Fetiane death “ ASHINGTON, Feb
Cala tontetht and “atarder Miart See Werle, todas Che ly path of the Abe waa the only completning witnees. appropriatioa bill provi
fate nortNewet winds bing Nip ge tow te tttonl the bette | Larat afftcera etd homecre, they »
yAS ols si A Kea theré CMO rele tetr otn Hye) ay et . mer promecute Denataon on Mann att. for the military functio
. elmht asd Natardat heavy fey ate Whe rhage afiee onegtiv phree eharges stewing eat of hie disap trol in the Missivaippi ‘
i, tentatt, | Light north to east winds Tagg ef ne lone itinons.. © Ht hes Mate oe ant ahaped bry ‘att Bath ahaa A ee oe a ae oe


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LAST WORDS

EXECUTION


rt by de-
re $100,000
d that he
id by Dr.

wing day,
{enderson
aping and
the child
{ax Hassel
ished beer
rome. He
- emergen-
the child
nd out the

ained the
still had
1) in his
assel and
» killed in
\. J. April
ssel's funds
money.
Fenton is

what is
on, Means
baby was
rson as as-
‘ntified bv
f his kid-
that it dif-
Lindbergh

arried in a
EcTIVE Ap-
by Al Dun-

“id been
1own to
iton, he

s story, he
ions of the
ze Colonel
taken as a
hold the
he added.
statements,
of guilty
“hitaker on
ntenced to
fifteen vear
hne was

rve at the
sentence 1s
prisonment
aster plotter
wn to have

idbergh kid-
n and there
may stil]

sleeve
astounding

n his brain,
nation 1s

lirecting the

ed the kid-
safely away

groups to
even whis-
e body of a
baby’s gar-
to still the

ns as the ace
of all time, it
he tried
Charles

thoroughly
his freedom
has already

11 Skeletons of Death Ranch

[Continued from page 41]

Corroboration At Last

Vinereed eee automobile’ Sore He tol anally of his suspicion that his
a Smobiid..

the vicinity of the
Structions to turn ‘their finds over to

experts connected with the Los Angeles
museum,
Back in the city, it was learned that Senay ; 5 ;
Clark’s grandfather had been Picked up nd this, if the Stories told by his son
He had been arrested and ques. and grandson were true, had started the
: horrible chain of killing,

the boy, he thought,

eneath a concrete floor,

The bones of a boy’s foot were now
found and identified as such by the
museum authorities while detectives
from Los Angeles and investigators from
changed his Story slightly. He declared the sheriff's Office at Riverside continued
that the Mexican had been the: first to to scour the death ranch, ?

ies Young Clark now led the detectives

“The Collins boy was next. They tied © a cabin in Mint canyon which he
him to a bed and kept hurting him for
a week. Then Gordon wanted to get
rid of him, too, but my grandmother
was afraid. He was on a cot in one of
the sheds and finally she went out there
and killed him with an axe, | had to
help bury him,

“Then Gordon came home with the
Winslow boys. He tortured them the
Same way for a week and then he told
me I had to kill one of them. I said |
couldn’t, but he said I knew too much

didn’t
found.
Young Clark in the meantime had

‘ manhunt was still
Sweeping on in Canada. Word was sent

it. So I saw he
took an axe and did it.

developments in the
those boys. Gordon killed the other one Northcott case and the news was flashed
and when I was sick Gordon and m into a dozen countries when on Sep-
grandmother carried them out to the tember 19, Gordon Stewart Northcott
chicken house. They buried them the Was arrested at kanagan Landing,
way they had the others.”

seven miles from Vernon, B. Cy
Okanagan valley,

Inspector Forbes Cruickshank made
the announcement and said that young
Northcott had admitted his identity. His
mother was not with him when he was
arrested,

The youth had been
And now to the horrifying revelations he shoe ee ey. when as

‘ f rey is stepped o oat a € landing,
pis eaeee an admission by the grand Telegraphed information had_ brought
about: the capture,

Search for the mother was rushed
with greater interest than ever and, be-
fore the end of the same day, Mrs. Sara
of the murders, but he had had no part Louisa Northcott was arrested and pos-
in the crimes jit was established then Alberta.
and supported beyond doubt later.

ape-like

The bloody cot had been found by the
officers and soon word was received from
A. Bryan and J. W. Lytle of the
Los Angeles museum that there was no

captured by

The Horrible Truth

T WAS to be a day

of still further
Surprises,

for detectives

nouse and out-
told him about the Seventeen-year-old buildings at the Riverside ranch found
aeeriean boy whose head had been cut in a hencoop there the missing library
off.

book of one of the W
About this time word came from Van-

couver, B. C., that young Northcott and
his mother had

ranch victims was Swept away,

Riverside authorities
Started extradition Proceedings,
on the next day, the boy from De Kalb,
Ill, who had been identified as Walter

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TURES 69

ouis and Nel-
ks after their
Calif.

rs of kidnaping
e hunt for them
ad been received
» Mexico.

had pronounced
he work of the
Apparently they

other letter had
they were bum-
grand time.

this letter, too,
ut there was evi-
that some other
rts of the letter.
e report showed,
to their where-
etters had been
1 from a library
is known to have

indicate that the
d have been any-
s which young
-d. The young-
. with his talk of
d and slain, with
s Mexican youth
ilter Collins.
ist, the lie was
showed clearly
been returned
e before.

1 DETECTIVE

Thought to be the lost Walter
Collins, this mystery boy was later
proved to be an imposter, revealing
the truth of Sanford Clark’s story.

It was now September 14, 1928. Per-
haps young Clark had simply not learned
of the return of the Collins boy and had
failed to correct his insane fiction.

But the story had to be ‘checked.
That much was cleat. It would never
do to have even a part of this terrifying
tale prove true, and it was well-known
that even congenital liars sometimes
mixed truth with their imaginings.

The first checking could be done with
the newspapers. A file was produced
and there, very much to the amazement
of the investigator, it was shown that
the headless body of a Mexican youth of
about 17 had been found near Puento,
California, the month before. Still, this
might have been taken from the news-
papers as added color for the wild story.

There was only one thing that couid
definitely establish the falsehoods and
that was a visit to the ranch young
Clark had named.

But the officer still ran through
papers on his desk. Suddenly, he sat
up in amazement clutching one of these.
With trembling hands, he read what. was
written there. A terrifying groan
escaped him, for to his own utter as-
tonishment he learned that the mother
of young Walter Collins, Los Angeles
boy recently returned, had brought him
back to the authorities.

ADVENTURES

Boys’ scorched shoes taken from a desert fire hinted of other youthful vic-
tims of the fiend killer. Officers are shown examining their find.

39

™

“This is not my boy,” she had said.

But if what she said were true, then
young Clark’s gruesome talé might pos-
sibly be partly truth, There was no
longer any unshakable evidence that he
had lied.

The quickest possible method of check-
ing was by telephone. Some inquiries
could be made that way at once about
the place at Riverside, that ranch which
this boy had calmly characterized as a
murder farm.

The calls were put through. -River-
side officers and Riverside acquaintances
reported shortly and what they had to
say still gave no evidence that Sanford
Clark had lied, Rather they offered
slight support for his story. For the
ranch he named was found to be deserted.

Young Clark’s Story

HE Clark boy was quickly brought
from the

detention room again.
Other officers were called in and he
was asked to repeat his story. .
40

The scrawled confession of Gor-
don Stewart Northcott revealed
another young victim’s name and
proved to be only a sop offered to
the law.

A group of policemen and detectives,
headed by Captain Bean of the homicide
squad, listened while the high-pitched
voice of the youth droned out the tale.

“I was brought down here from
Canada by my uncle,” he said. “His
name is Gordon Stewart Northcott and
he lives at Riverside.

“He took me away from my home in
Canada and brought me down here to
his ranch. There was my grandfather
there and my grandmother and Gordon.
Gordon was queer. I have told this
gentleman some of the things he did to
me.

“When the little Parker girl was kid-
naped and they were hunting for her and
when they finally caught Hickman, my
uncle was terribly excited about it. It
was a few weeks after that that he went
to Pomona and got the two Winslow
boys, Louis and Nelson. He got them
to get in his car and then he brought

Captured after a long flight, Gor-

don Northcott stood before a Cali-

fornia court and admitted his t

in the fiendish slayings. ‘There

were eleven altogether,” he finally
declared.

them out to the ranch and tied them up.

“He kept them there and he tortured
them and sometimes he made me tor-
ture them till they were about all in.
Then he decided to kill them and he
made me kill one of them. He and my
grandmother killed the other one with
an axe.

“Then there was this Collins boy. He
brought him to the ranch and did the
same thing. And the Mexican boy, the
one they found buried without his head.

“The three boys and the Mexican’s
head were buried in a grave in the
chicken house on the ranch, You'll find
them if you go out there or you can
take me there and I’ll show you.”

When the story ended, the officers
sat aghast.

“What do you think of it?” one finally
asked.

“Bunk!” his comrade replied, but one
of the men got up and went into an-
other room and presently he came back
with thirty photographs.

“This will tell the story,” he said.
“Here! See if you can pick out the
Collins boy’s picture.”

Young Clark ran through the photo-
graphs quickly.

“There he is, there,” he said presently.
And on the back of the photograph he

STARTLING DETECTIVE


ares

f CONFESSED
SLAYER

Sarah Louise
Northcott, mother
of Gordon, at-
tempted to také
most of the blame
for the death
ranch killings,

et
light, Gor-
pay had selected from thirty was the name,
s. ‘There Walter Collins.
’ he finally Newspapermen by this time had got

tied them up.
i he tortured
rade me tor-
about all in.
them and he

He and my
ther one with

llins boy. He
n and did the
xican boy, the
hout his head.
the Mexican’s
grave in the

You'll find

or you can
yw you.”

the officers

t?” one finally
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DETECTIVE

wind of what was going on but nothing
could yet be given out. Eluding the re-
porters, the officers spirited young Clark
to an automobile and rushed for River-
side.

Orders had been left behind for the
other officers to pick up Northcott or
his father or mother.

On reaching the alleged “murder
farm,” the detectives got out of the car
and directed young Clark to lead them
to the chicken house where he said the
dead were buried.

He went directly to the low structure
and pointed out two spots. Then he
stood quietly by while the detectives be-
gan to dig. With each thrust of the
spade, the diggers expected the sicken-
ing sound that would indicate a body
had been found but it did not come.

Suddenly, however, Captain Bean
leaped into the hole and picked up a
handful of the loosened earth.

“Quicklime,” he cried. “There has
been something here.”

Once more the digging began. Pres-
ently a Boy Scout hat was turned up.

Then one of the spades brought up
some object with the earth.

A detective stooped to pick it up and
then he cried out in horror. For the
object was a small, blackened hand.

A boy’s hand had been found in the
chicken house grave!

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| ADVENTURES

A murderous mother’s advice to her murderous son—the letter
of Northcott’s mother after her plea of guilty and her sentence
to life imprisonment.

850 7 PACIFIC

known among our friends and relations as
man and wife.” He was then asked by his
counsel: “Q. During all the time that you
have been living together as man and wife
what was the conduct of your wife? Was
she straight?’ The court sustained the ob-
jection of the prosecution to this question.
Defendant excepting.
ceeded as follows: “We thought a great deal
of each other, and loved each other, or we
wouldn’t have been living together. I never
had any trouble before this night with my
wife.’ The question to which the objection
and ruling applied was not very definite, but,
supposing it to have meant what counsel con-
tend it meant, it was really answered by
what followed: “I never had any trouble,”
ete. This was equivalent to saying that he
had never had occasion to tax her with in-
fidelity. But if the question had not been
answered at all it is impossible to see how
the defendant was injured. Neither an af-
firmative nor negative answer would have
had any bearing upon the question of express
malice—the only question in the case. The
same observation applies to the ruling sus-
taining the objection of the people to the
question: “During all that time who was it
that supported the family?’

The question was asked the defendant
whether his wife stopped at Lou Ross’ house
by his consent, to which the people’s objec-
tion was sustained, but the ruling was entirely
disregarded by the defendant, who, without
further objection, went on and detailed fully
the circumstances under which the deceased
went to the house of Lou Ross, and the ob-
jections and remonstrances on his part. This
evidence renders it immaterial whether the
ruling was correct or not.

Among the instructions requested by the
defendant was the following: “[In this case
if the killing was willful (that is, intentional),
deliberate, and premeditated it is murder in
the first degree, otherwise it is murder in the
second degree; and, in determining the de-
gree, any evidence tending to show the men-
tal status of the defendant is a proper sub-
ject for the consideration of the jury. The
fact that the defendant was drunk does not
render the act less criminal, and in that
sense is not available as an excuse, but there
is nothing in this to exclude it as evidence
upon the question as to whether the act was
delibevate and premeditated.] Presumptive-
ly, every killing is murder, but so far as the
degree is concerned no presumption arises
from the mere fact of.killing, considered sep-
arately and apart from the circumstances
under which the killing occurred. The ques-
tion is one of facts, to be determined by the
jury from the evidence in the case, and it is
not a matter of legal conclusion; and drunk-
enness, as evidence of a want of premedita-
tion, is not within the rule which excludes it
as an excuse. Drunkenness neither excludes
the offense nor avoids the punishment which
the law inflicts, when the character of the

Defendant then pro-

REPORTER, (Cal,

offense is ascertained and determined, but
evidence of drunkenness is admissible with
reference solely to the question of premedita-
tion. In case of premeditated murder, the
fact of drunkenness is immaterial. A man
who is drunk may act with premeditation ag
well as a sober one, and is equally responsi-
ble for the consequences of his act. In mur-
der in the first degree, it is necessary to prove
the killing was premeditated, which involves,
of course, an inquiry into the state of mind
under which the party committed it, and in
the prosecution of such an inquiry his condi-
tion, as drunk or sober, is*proper to be con-
sidered. The weight to be given to it is a
matter for the jury to determine, and it is
sufficient for the court to say to the jury that
it should be received with caution, and care-
fully examined in connection with all the cir-
cumstances and evidence in the case.” The
court in giving this instruction omitted the
portion inclosed in brackets. This omission
was not error, since the same proposition
(that drunkenness is to be considered in de-
termining the degree of murder) is plainly
stated in that part of the instruction given.
The judgment and order of the superior
court are aflirmed.

We concur: McFARLAND, J.; SHAW, J.;
ANGELLOTTI, J.; VAN DYKE, J.; LORI-
GAN, J.

(141 Cal. 424)
In re POTTER’S ESTATE. (S. F. 3,526.)
(Supreme Court of California. Dec. 26, 1903.)

NUNC PRO TUNC JUDGMENT—AWARDING
COSTS.

: 1. The province of a nune pro tune judgment
is to supply matters of evidence and to rectify
clerical misprisions; and a judgment under
Code. Civ. Proc. § 1602, dismissing without prej-
udice a petition under section 1598 in the mat-
ter of an estate for specific performance of a
contract of sale of land by deceased, which, as
intended, makes no award of costs, which, under
section 1720, are in the discretion of the court,
may not be amended by a nunc pro tunc judg-
ment to award costs.

Department 2. Appeal from Superior Court,
Solano County; 8S. K. Dougherty, Judge.

In the matter of the estate of Charles R.
Potter, deceased. Irom a nune pro tune
judgment amending a judgment dismissing a
‘petition so as to award costs to the admin-
istrator, the petitioners appeal. Modified.

Haskell & Denny and J. T. Campbell, for
appellants. Lyman Green and F. A. Meyer,
for respondent.

HENSHAW, J. A petition was filed by the
appellants in the matter of ‘the estate of the
tleceased, seeking specific performance of a
contract for the sale and conveyance of land
made by deceased with them. ‘The proceed-
ings were under sections 1597 and 1598 of
the Code of Civil Procedure. The adminis-
trator made answer, controverting the alleged

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filing of the declaration. Heathman vy.
Holmes, 04 Cal, 291, 20 Pac. 404, and cases
cited.

Appellant complains of an instruction given
by the court to the jury as follows: ‘‘The
use of a building partly or even chiefly for
business purposes or the renting of a part
of it does not deprive the owner of the bene-
fit of his exemption of the building as a
homestead, if the building is and continues
to be the bona fide residence of the claimant
and his family,” ete. Conceding, without de-
eciding, that this instruction might be con-
sidered erroneous in a case where it was
material, and also conceding, with the same
qualification, that this is a case in which
the parties were entitled to a jury trial as a
matter of right, and that the jury should
have received proper instructions, yet we are
satisfied that the case should not be reversed
on account of the said instruction. The evi-
dence as to the use to which ine property
was devoted at the time of the filing of the
homestead declaration was of such a char-
acter that it could be said as a matter of
law that the declaration impressed the prop-
erty with the character of a homestead; and
it would not have been out of place, so far
as that proposition was concerned, for the
court to have advised the jury that their
verdict should have been for the plaintiff.
Had the verdict been other than it was, the
court should have, and no doubt would have,
set it aside as contrary to the undisputed
evidence to the effect that plaintiff with his
family were using the place as a home, and
it was being used for no other purpose at
the date of the declaration. The instruction,
then, could not prejudice the defendant,’ be-
cause, with it or without it, the jury could
return no verdict other than for the plaintiff.
Green v. Ophir C. S. & G. M. Co., 45 Cal.
522; Hughes v. Wheeler, 76 Cal, 230, 18 Pac.
386; In re Spencer, 96 Cal. 448, 81 Pac. 458.

We advise that the judgment and order be
affirmed.

We concur: CHIPMAN, C.; SMITH, C.

Far the reasons given in the foregoing opin-
jon, the judgment and order are affirmed:
ANGELLOTTIH, J.; SHAW, J.; VAN DYKH, J.

(142 Cal. 268)
PEOPLE v. OCHOA. (Cr, 177.)

(Supreme Court of California. Feb. 18, 1904.)

MURDER OF FEMALE—JURORS—CHALLENGE-=.

PRESUMPTION OF MALICE—ADMISSIBILITY OF
EVIDENCE — HARMLESS ERROR — INTOXICA-
TION OF DEFENDANT—INSTRUCTION.

1. The fact that a juror, examined on his voir
dire in a prosecution for murder, while showing
himself entirely unbiased, admits that, without
any opinion as to defendant’s guilt or innocence,
the fact that the murdered person was a woman
would weigh with him as tending to show that
the killing was malicious, does not render him
incompetent to serve, there being no claim of
an accidental killing.

2. Where a juror, examined on his voir dire
in a prosecution for murder, admits that he has
an impression that defendant is guilty, and that
until he hears evidence to remove it the impres-
sion will remain, but declares that it has gener-
ated no prejudice against defendant, and will
not prevent him from trying the case fairly,
and that he will require full proofs of all the
facts before finding a verdict against defend-
ant, he is not shown incompetent to serve.

3.In a prosecution for the murder of a wo-
man who had lived with accused as his wife,
accused when testifying was asked by his coun-
sel what was the wife’s conduct, and whether
she was “straight.” An objection was sustain-
ed. Accused then testified that they loved each
other, and he never had any previous trouble
with the woman. Held, that sustaining the ob-
jection was not ground for reversal.

4. In a prosecution for wife murder, sustain-
ing an objection to a question asked defendant
by his attorney as to who supported the family
is proper.

5. Where, in a prosecution for wife murder,
an objection by the people is sustained to a
question asked defendant as to whether his wife
stopped at a certain house with his consent, but
detendant without further objection fully de-
tails the circumstances under which she went
there, and the objections and remonstrances on
his part, there is no ground for reversal.

G. Where the court gives that portion of an
instruction requested in a prosecution for mur-
der, which declares that the drunkenness of de-
fendant is to be considered in determining the
degree of the offense, the fact that it strikes out
another portion containing the sume proposition
is not error.

In Bane. Appeal from Superior Court,
Kern County; W. M. Conley, Judge.

Francisco Ochoa was convicted of murder
in the first degree, and appeals. Affirmed.

K. J. Emmons, Alvin Fay, and Dibble &
Dibble, for appellant. U. 8S. Webb, Atty.
Gen., for the People,

BEATTY, C. J. The defendant was con-
victed of murder in the first degree, and the
death penalty imposed. He appeals from the
judgment and from an order denying his mo-
tion for a new trial.

The facts of the case are few and simple.
The defendant had been living for several
years with a woman sometimes called Maria
and sometimes Escolastica Barera. They

were not married, but he testified that by

their friends and relatives they were regard-
ed as man and wife. For some reason she
left him, and went to live at the house of a
woman named Lou Ross, in the town of
Bakersfield. He says he tried to persuade
her to leave the house of Lou Ross, which he
regarded as a place of ill repute, and return
to him, but she refused to do so. After-
wards, when he was drinking in a saloon
with one of his friends, Lou Ross accosted
him; told him that he was a cuckold; that
Escolastica was sleeping with a man named
Tadeo Olivera; and taunted him with being
so little of a man as to submit to the wrong.
After this he continued drinking, he says,
and does not remember what ensued. What

did happen, as shown by the evidence for the

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people, was that some hours later he broke
into the house of Lou Ross, where the two
women were sleeping, asked where Maria
(Eseolastica) Barera was, and when he dis-
covered her, cowering under the bed cover-
ing, sprang upon her with the words, ‘‘Here
you are, you bitch!” and shot her. No ques-
tion is made as to defendant's guilt of the
crime of murder, but it is claimed in his be-
half that there was a question as to the de-
gree of the crime, and that the court erred in
its ‘instructions bearing upon this point, and
also’ in its rulings upon objections to testi-
mony and challenges to jurors.

The evidence upon which counsel contend
that the jury, if properly instructed, might
have, found a verdict of murder in the sec-
ond degree, was that of the defendant that
some years prior to the homicide he had suf-
fered a sunstroke, from the effects of which
he had never recovered, and that at the time
of the homicide he was deeply intoxicated.
As to the intoxication, he was corroborated
by other witnesses, but not very decisively.
The contention of counsel is that his intoxi-
cation, operating upon. a brain permanently
injured by sunstroke, may well have deprived
him of the capacity to form the deliberate
purpose to kill essential to the crime of mur-
der in the first degree, and therefore that any
error of the court in overruling a challenge
to a juror for bias, or in excluding testimony
as to the relations between him and deceased
prior to the killing, or in instructing the jury
as to the purpose for which the evidence of
intoxication was admitted, became highly
material,

Upon this general statement of the case
we proceed to consider the several exceptions
to the rulings of the trial court which have
been urged in support of the appeal.

1. It is contended that the court erred in
denying the challenges for actual bias to the
jurors Pierce and Howard. ‘The direct evi-
dence of Pierce given upon his voir dire,
and upon which defendant’s challenge was
based, reads as follows: “I reside three miles
west of Bakersfield. Resided there during
the month of May, 1899. I was in town
frequently. I take the daily papers. I have
lived in that home about 11 years. I have
an extended acquaintance here in the town.
I remember hearing about this alleged of-
fense at the time it happened. The papers
at that time had pretty extensive accounts
as to what they represented as being the
truth. I read them at the time. I do not
remember of ever talking with anybody
about the case. I do not remember of any
one talking in my presence about it. I do
not remember at the present time what the
necounts were. J did not form any opinion
as to the guilt or innocence of the defendant,
I have not any opinion now. I have no
prejudice in- my mind beeause of the fact
that one man has killed another. Q. Now,
carrying that still further, Mr. Pierce, is
there any prejudice in your mind by reason

of the fact that the party deceased was a
woman? Does that raise any prejudice in
your mind or bias? A. Well, I don’t hardly
know how to answer that. It always seems
a little hard to kill a woman, naturally. Q.
Then if it was proven here by the testimony
that the defendant here did kill a woman
that very fact of itself, without any further
evidence, would create a prejudice and bias
as against the defendant, in your mind,
would it not? <A. Well, of course, just the
way I stand now it would naturally, I sup-
pose. Q. And it would take less evidence in
that case, Mr. Pierce, to prove malice in this
crime that is charged, than it would in the

“ase Where the party killed was a man, -

would it not? A. 1 believe it would. Q.
Then, if the testimony and the information
in this case should show and does show that
the defendant is charged. with having killed
a woman, that fact of itself, if the killing is
proved, raises a bias and prejudice as against
the defendant, in your mind? A. I thinx it
would to that extent. Q. Then it would re-
quire less evidence, in other words, for you
to form a clear and decided opinion as to the
guilt of the defendant where the proof is that
he killed a woman than it would where the
proof was that he killed a mani? A. I think
so. I think it would take a little stronger
evidence.”
Upon this evidence alone the court would
have been fully justified in denying the chal-
lenge. The juror showed himself to be en-
tirely unbiased, but admitted that as he then
stood, i. e., without any opinion as to the

guilt or innocence of the defendant, and with-

out evidence upon which to base an opinion,
the ‘fact that he had killed a woman, if that
fact was proved, would help to convince him
that the killing was malicious. There was
here no suggestion of an aceidental killing,
and the whole effect of the juror’s testimony
was that in case of an intentional killing the
fact that a woman is the victim is in itself
something added to the ordinary presumption
of malice, We suppose that this opinion is
shared by every reasonable man, and it is
founded upon facts of universal cognizance.
Women are weaker than men, less capable
of inflicting injury, and the necessity of
using force against them is less. What a
woman can do will not ordinarily amount to
that provocation which is in law _ sutticient
to reduce a homicide to manslaughter or jus-
tify a resort to the extreme measure of tak-
ing life in self-defense. For these, and for
other reasons, the killing of a woman by a
man is, in the absence of evidence as to the
particulars of the affair, more likely to be
without justification, excuse, or mitigation
than the killing of a man. Iler weakness in
comparison to his strength is an item of evl-
dence having a material bearing upon the
question of guilt.

But the challenge to the juror was not sub-
mitted upon the above-quoted evidence alone,
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torney, and, while he admitted that he would
consider the fact that the deceased was a
woman, he would consider that fact in con-
nection with all other facts proven in miak-
ing up his verdict. Upon the whole evidence
the court was justified, irrespective of what
has been said, in holding the juror free of
bias.

The Juror Howard had not discussed the
case or heard it discussed, and he had not
read the newspaper accounts of the killing,
but he had read about the arrest of the de-
fendant. Qn his voir dire he thus described
his state of mind: “I don’t think I formed
any opinion as to the guilt or innocence of
the defendant from what I read at that time.
I don’t know that I have now any impression
or opinion as to his guilt or innocence. I
wouldn’t without hearing the evidence. If
I should be excused for some reason, and
should be met on the street and asked the
question, ‘What do you think about that de-
fendant? Do you think him guilty or not?
I don’t think that I would say that I thought

cent I have an impression on my mind that
I think he is guilty. Q. And if you went in
the box then you would go in with the jm-
pression at the present time that he was
guilty? A. No; I should require evidence to
prove it. I couldn’t say that he was guilty.
Q. You say that you have an impression that
he (is) guilty at the present time? A. I have,
without hearing any evidence. Q. And if
you should go in the jury box with that state
of mind at the present time you would be-
lieve him guilty? <A. Yes, sir. Q. And it-
would be necessary for the defendant to fur-
nish some evidence to. remove that opinion
before your mind would be entirely unbiased,
would it not? A. Yes, sir. Q. Would that
impression that you have at the present time,
if you were in the position of the defendant,
would you be willing to be tried by twelve
men who felt towards you and your case
the same as you now feel toward the defend-
ant and his case? A. Yes, sir. Q. You would
go into the box then with the idea that you
could lay aside the impression that you have?
A. Yes, sir. Q. Will you tell me how it is
possible for you to lay aside that impression
of his guilt, if you are going to require evi-
dence to rémove that, in order to get your
mind in an unbiased condition? <A. If the
evidence proved that he was innocent I
would find him innocent. Q. You would re-
quire him to prove that though? <A. Certain-
ly I would.” Upon this evidence the defend-
int challenged. The people denied the _chal-
lenge, and the juror was further examined
as follows: “Q.'Mr. Howard, suppose you
were selected as a juror in this case, and the

prosecution would show that a woman was

killed, and the testimony of some witness
would be to the effect that this defendant
here killed her, without showing any other
circumstance whatever which led up to it,

mere fact of killing would be sufficient in
your mind to find the defendant guilty of
murder? A. No, sir; I would require the
prosecution to go further, and to prove all
the facts in the case. Q. Now, the fimpres-
sion that you have in your mind, or opinion
--and you got that from reading the papers
I believe? A. No; 1 don’t think I read the
papers at all. It was about the hunting of
him and the catching. I.did not talk with
any of the witnesses. Q. This was common
street talk that you heard then, was it? A.
I didn’t pay much attention. Q. Even with
the impression that you had in your mind,
that wouldn't be sufficient to produce con-
yiction in your mind, would it? A. No, sir.
Q. And if the prosecution only went that far,
and showed only those two things, in that
case, what would your verdict be? A. Not
guilty. I would be willing to be tried by
twelve men in the same frame of mind to-
ward me and my case if I was being tried
as I am toward the defendant in this case.
I will disregard the opinion that I have and
render a fair and impartial verdict upon the
evidence produced upon the. trial and the
instructions given me by the court. I will
require the testimony to convict to come from
the plaintiff—from the prosecution. And if
the prosecution don’t make out a case suffi-
ciently or any more than you have stated I
would not require the defendant to go on the
stand before I would find a verdict of ‘Not
guilty.’ Mr, Ahern: We submit the clal-
lenge. The Court: Q. You have no preju-
dice against the defendant? A. I have not.
Q. When you say that you have an impres-
sion that he is guilty, do you really mean
that you have an impression that he is guilty
at the present time. <A. No; I don’t know
that he is guilty. Q. You know that it is the
duty of a juror, when he is sworn to try a
case, to disregard any impression that he
may have? Are you prepared to say now
that you can set any iimpression that you
have had aside and enter upon the trial of
this case as if you had never heard anything
about it? A. Certainly, I say that.”

It cannot be said, as matter of law, that
the juror was by this evidence conclusively
shown to be biased. He did admit that he
had an impression that the defendant was
guilty, and that until he heard evidence to
remove it that impression would remain, but
it had generated no prejudice against the de-
fendant, and would not prevent him from
trying the case fairly. He was clear to the
point that to find a verdict against the de-
fendant he would require full proof by the
prosecution. The evidence sustains the rul-
ing of the court. People v. Wells, 100 Cal.
227, 34 Pac. 718; People v. Fredericks, 106
Cal. 559, 89 Pac. 944: People v. Owens, 123
Cal. 487, 56 Pac. 251,

2 The defendant, testifying in his own be-
half, stated: “I knew the woman as Maria
Barera. She was my woman. We had been

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Nash apologizes for that one.

“That was in my amateur days. I didn’t
know anything. I’ve learned plenty since.
I did six months for that. He got away. He
was one of the lucky ones.” Nash spits out
a leaf of tobacco to show his scorn. “That
hard-headed Okie!”

He was nearly linked with the Burns
murder over the Higgins assault, he re-
calls.

“There was blood all over the seat of the
car. The police experts, they went over
it and said it was animal blood. Haw! It
was animal blood all right ... male ani-
mal!”

It was Burns’ blood.

_But that case proved to Nash that he’ll
never escape the gas chamber by pleading
insanity.

“T’ll be found sane. Don’t worry about
that. I beat those two psychiatrists in Oak-
land, didn’t I? Two psychos went over me
and they let me walk out scot free. Haw!”

Nash figures to put on quite a show in
the courtroom. “Boy, I’ll have a ball!” he
says jovially. Then a cold cloud comes

over his face. “Say, what about that con-
tempt of court? The judge can fine you
for that, can’t he?” Pip au

He worries over this. Then ‘an idea
strikes him. He grins. . +

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can’t make you pay. You can do time for
it. I'll have a ball!” !

Is there any family to worry about him?

“I never had a family. My mother and
father were just a guy and a girl who got
together. I think they told me about it
a couple of weeks after I was born. Ora
couple of days. I was born in the Bronx,
I guess. ‘:

“I don’t know. Honestly, there’s so little
I know about myself.” %

The gleam returns to his baleful eyes.

“But I know about human beings. That’s
why I killed so many.”

Nash thinks his victims died pretty well,
for human beings. All except Higgins.

“He wouldn’t have made a good death.”

The rest of them?

“I was quite surprised. Most of them
died very well. No crying, no screaming,
no praying for mercy.”

The kid, too?

“I’m not interested in talking about that.
No more free information.”
But death is always interesting, even his

wn. :

He lifts his heavy jaw, draws on his
stub of cigaret and gives it his deepest
thought.

“Yes,” he admits. “I expect two hard
days. Maybe the third and fourth days
before the chamber. My subconscious will
take over. There will be a little desire to
live. I’m still human. But then my mind
will take over, the day before and the day.
I certainly will die like a man.”

There was suddenly another voice in
Nash’s world. .

“You'll die screaming,” somebody said.

Nash’s open face snapped shut in anger.
He bent forward and scowled at the man
who had spoken. He dropped his cigaret
butt and ground it out with a foot. He
aimed a long, rawboned forefinger at his
tormentor.

He spoke in a voice that, for the first
time, had lost its banter and was charged
with human emotion.

“Out in the street,” he said, “you’d be
dead now!”

Cage of Lust

[Continued from page 32]

caught his eye. Something larger than the
ribbon or the shoe; larger even than the
bathing suit.

Tait approached the curve slowly, keep-

_ ing close to the weeds. The object, which

had been blurred to his vision by the
weed stems when he had stooped to pick
up the bathing suit, came sharply into
focus now.

Several feet ahead lay the body of a
young girl. She wore a black-and-white
flowered print dress, which had been
pulled up and twisted above her slim
waist, exposing tapered thighs, budding
breasts.

The dead girl’s face was a mass 6f dried,
black blood. On her forehead was a great
jagged wound. There was blood in her
brunette hair and blood on one torn ear.

_ Her mouth, battered and swollen, sagged

open in a ghastly grin.
It was 9 a.m. when Wendell Tait made

his report to the police. San Jose is nota .

large town. It is situated about 50 miles
southeast of San Francisco. The authori-
ties there are earnest, well-meaning men,
but they have few of the facilities for cop-
ing with serious crimes such as have police
in larger California centers where violence
is far more common.

Nevertheless the lawmen worked
swiftly after Tait had concluded his ac-
count of finding the half-nude girl in the
dried-out creek. An ambulance detail and
two patrolmen went out to the Hobsen
Street bridge over Guadalupe Creek, in
the northwest outskirts of San Jose.

Sergeant Kenneth Jordan, the police
fingerprint expert and photographer,
drove out to make pictures of the scene.
John H. Black, an efficient detective as
well as the chief of police, went along.

When they came to the strip of white
ribbon floating like a tiny flag of truce
from a weed stem, Chief Black was on
the opposite side of the dry wash, where
he could see the other objects: shoe, book,
bathing suit and, at the bend, the body.

It was a hair ribbon, the chief judged,
and it had caught on a weed branch al-
most level with his eyes from where he
stood. That meant it was almost six feet
from the ground. He hurried on and picked

. sion lay near the head of the co

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up the book. It was a public library vol-
ume entitled, “Back to God’s Country.”

When he stood over the corpse a min-
ute later, the chief knew that he must
exercise objective curiosity and detached
observation. A glance at the body told him
what had happened. This was rape or at-
tempted rape, folléwed by blind, brutal
murder. He judged the girl to have been
about 17.

Even the weapon used by the killer to
crush the life from the victim of his pas-
se. It was
an ordinary, brick, broken in three parts
by the force of the frightful blow on the
young girl’s forehead. There was blood
on two fragments of the brick. Brick
particles still adhered to-the black blood
on the forehead and in the hair.

The chief would not need a coroner’s
jury to tell him that this girl had been
young and innocent; that she had fought
bravely in this spot among the rubble and
stones in the creek bed. In fact, she had
fought all along, this trail of death from
the place where her hair ribbon had stuck
on a weed—probably all the way from
the bridge, 50 yards back. :

It was this thought of the fight the girl
had waged that gave the chief his first
clue. The hair ribbon hung almost six feet
above the trail. And this girl—he looked
at the stiffened body again—this girl could
not be more than five feet four inches tall.

She was slight and had weighed no more °

than 100 pounds.

She had not run up this creek bed, los-
ing her hair ribbon' as she brushed the
weeds. She had been carried, probably
on the shoulder of a man at least six feet
tall. She had fought and kicked and strug-
gled, losing shoe, bogk and bathing suit,
until, around the bend from the bridge,
her assailant flung her down on the ground
and, as she continued to fight, battered
out her life with a brick.

The picture that came into the investi-
gator’s mind was more like something
that occurred in the jungles of the Stone
Age than in San Jose, California, in July,
1940. (

But this was San Jose and the era one
of supposed civilization. There were
houses within 40 feet of the concrete
bridge which spanned Guadalupe Creek
on Hobsen Street. A young girl, flung
like a sack across the shoulder of an ape
man, would scream, scream lustily, and

continue to shout and scream as long as
breath was in her body and her lips were
uncovered.

The chief detailed one of his patrol-
men to make inquiries at the houses along
Guadalupe Creek, back to Hobsen Street
and-along that street in both directions
as far as sounds could carry in the night.

The hair ribbon was exactly five feet
eleven inches from the ground when the
chief measured it before placing the knot
of white silk in his pocket. The girl had
been just five feet five inches tall. As her
height would have been reduced to five
feet or less had she been running doubled
forward, as one does in terror, Chief Black
considered his first mental picture of the
killer’s journey from bridge to where
the body lay, to be correct. Aside from the
book, which would quickly furnish the
girl’s identity through the public library,
the theory of the killer’s stature was the
only workable clue he carried away from
the scene. There was the broken brick,
of course, but there are no facilities at San
Jose for the intricate scientific technique
that may and may not reveal fingerprints
on the rough surface of a brick.

Identification of the girl came rapidly.
The patrolman detailed to question the
residents of the district came back with
a report that she was missing, even while

_ the public librarian was locating her name

and address in the files.

She was Josephine Parsen, just turned
16, a student at the Roosevelt High School.
Josephine had lived with her grand-
mother, whose house was only 60 feet past
the Guadalupe Creek bridge on Hobsen
Street. Her father had been dead for
several years. Her mother was in a san-
itarium.

There was no need for the neighbors
to. point out that Josephine Parsen had
been a good, clean girl, not given to run-
ning around with boys. The police had
seen plain evidence of the struggle she
had waged to defend her honor.

But what about sounds echoing from
the scene of the struggle along the dry
bed of the Guadalupe? The patrolman had
an answer for that. A man living near
the creek had been disturbed at 9 o’clock
the night before by the barking of dogs
and the sound of scuffling in the creek.

““No screams, no shouts?” demanded the
chief of police, to whom the man was
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‘Die powerful, toothless man leaning precariously against
a lamp post in Los Angeles’ Skid Row looked like a drunk.
But when the officers in the patrol car pulled up alongside
of him, they spotted clotted blood under his fingernails.
Frisking the grinning stranger whose arms were like those
of a blacksmith, the lawmen found a knife tucked up his
sleeve. Later that night, November 30, 1956, the nation gasped
in horror over the gleeful confession of blood-lusting San
Quentin graduate Stephen Nash, 33.

With a smirk that was hardly ever to leave his ugly face,

Nash admitted that he was the man who, the day before,
had taken 10-year-old Larry George Rice to a Santa Monica
beach, cut him open. Two days before that, he had hacked
John William Berg, 27, to death at Long Beach.

Why? Just because. Nash told Detective Larry Scar-
borough that he had once decided to kill a Skid Row pal—
just because. At that time, Nash stated, he had bought a
bottle of whisky, poured iodine into it, offered his friend a
swig. Instead of killing the fellow it had just made him sick.
“I paid 35¢ for that iodine!” Nash indignantly declared. “It
was labeled poison, but it was no good. The government

.should do something about mislabeling like that!”

Nash confessed five murders, then insisted that he be
credited with six more—a total of I1! A 15-year-old boy, the
fiend hinted, was stuffed into a GI bag and dumped in a lake.
Robert Eche, 21, was run, car and all, into the bay at San
Francisco. Police recovered that body and Nash volunteered
to lead to others. But he became shy when the authorities
took him up on his offer; he refused to show them where
he had disposed of his other victims.

Shuddered Lieutenant Al Nelder of San Francisco Homi-

cide, “I’ve handled 400 murder cases, but this guy’s the worst.

and most cold-blooded killer of all. He’s completely animalis-
tic and callous.”

If you doubt it, Read Los Angeles Times’ ace reporter Jack
Smith’s interview with the apelike killer. Smith’s account
of his talk with Murder Monster Nash appeared in the De-
cember 14, 1956, edition of the Times. The amazing interview
is reprinted herewith.

Stephen Nash figures that lawyers won’t do him any good
—not a man who has killed 11 human beings because.he gets
a kick out of murder.

“Lawyers!” he says, and laughs his mocking laugh.

“Fifteen Willie Fallons couldn’t win this case!”

Nash leans forward on his wooden chair in the interviewing
room of the county jail at Los Angeles, California. His raw,
sagging face grows thoughtful.

“Jesus died over 2,000 years ago. He’s the only one who
could help me now.”

He rocks back. in his chair and laughs aloud.

“And I doubt if even He could have done it—in His hey-
day.”

So Stephen Nash, 33, sums up his chances in this world.

But Nash is happy—for a wretched man.

He’s got his murders. They can’t take those away from him.

“They belong to me!” he says fiercely. “They’ re mine! I
certainly earned them.”

And he’s not afraid to die for his prizes; his beauties; the
dead whose bodies have lain on [Continued on page 40]

An amazing interview with one of the

' nation's most fiendish murderers!

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This sex psychopath slashed and slew

10 men and a boy ona wild,

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Above, Murder Monster Stephen Nash left trail of death.

His self-evaluation:

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beaches and sidewalks and in deep waters
from Sacramento to Los Angeles.

“T’m willing to pay the price society sets
on them,” he says. “It’s like going into a
store and buying merchandise, isn’t it?”

Nash knows all about death.

“Maybe I have not lived like a man,”
he says. “But I certainly will die like one.
They’ve only got a couple of little pills up
there under the seat in the chamber. You
can only die once.”

He talks rapidly, eagerly, with a:maca-
bre cheerfulness that makes his listeners
ill at ease. He gestures like a ham actor
with hairy, huge hands that have a faintly
female flutter. His mouth is wide and ‘
rubbery over the toothless gums. His large
dark eyes under the bushy brows are like

evil windows opening into the black

cavern of his mind.

He is a man, he says. A human being.

“I killed a cat or two when I was a kid,”
he remembers. “That’s about all.”

Then his face lights up with a better
memory. ‘

“Until Burns,” he says, adding his chill-
ing “Haw!”

Burns was his first. Burns made him
realize what his life work’ was to be. Burns
was William C. Burns, 23, whose body he
crammed into a duffel bag and tossed into
San Francisco Bay.

Who were the others?

“Let’s see,” ponders Nash, crimping his
face in thought. He counts slowly on his
fingers. “There was Burns. And Berg. And
then Barnett .. .” He frowns. “The three
Bs, I call them, There were three Bs and

an E... that’s that fellow Eche...and an -

R.”

Nash’s face grows stern and ‘his eye-
brows fall.

“The kid,” he says, “He was the R.”
. The kid was 10-year-old Larry Rice,
a Venice schoolboy, who met Nash on the
way home from school and died under a

Santa Monica pier with a mass of stab -

wounds in his back.

“Don’t ask me about the boy,”, Nash
says. “I don’t want to discuss it any
further.”

Was he conscience-stricken about the
boy?

“Yes, yes. When people talk about it I
am. It was just an unfortunate mistake on
my part.” .

There were six others, of course. But

Nash isn’t talking about them. Not unless -

he gets paid for it. He wants $500 for the:
whole lot.

“Everybody's looking for something for
nothing,” he charges, growing surly.
“There are honest people who would: rob
a good killer in a hot minute. Their con:

sciences don’t bother them. I’m on a lower

social level.”

What's he going to do with the money? *

“I don’t know. I haven't thought much
about it. I just like money. I always liked
money.” :

Will he name his six nameless victims
before he dies unless he’s paid?

“Certainly not,” he says scornfully. “I’m
: going to take them with me in’ the gas

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Didn’t he ever kill a woman—or think
about it? : oy ‘

Stephen Nash’s face grows reflective,
sad.

“Women,” he murmurs softly. “I know
the usual pattern followed by a frustrated
person—like me—is to follow women, and

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attack them.” He thinks about it a mo-
ment. “But'I. . . just never did.”

Nash says he trjed to get women inter-
ested in him. ;

“Plenty of times. But it didn’t work. I
gave it up easily.” ;

What drove him to kill more and more
after he got started?

He laughs—back on his favorite subject.

“Why, I don’t know. You get one, and
then you get 10. And then 20, 50. And then
you say, ‘All right, I’ll try for 100!’”

He roars at his own humor, “It’s like a

quiz show, you know?”
Didn’t he ever think of using a gun?
Wouldn’t it have been simpler?
“Naw,” he answers, contemptuously. “A
gun’s ‘too . . . impersonal. I like to talk

to a man a half hour or an hour. Find out
what kind a man I’m doing in. Some of
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all he was worth.”

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His big hands come up to illustrate.
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“And then they go all limp? 'Bhose movies
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The L.A. detective sergeants now booked
him on the Grogan assault warrant and locked
him up for the night, then notified Santa
Monica and Long Beach authorities of their
suspicions that they had in custody the killer
of John Berg and little Larry Rice.

Early next morning the teenage witnesses
in the youngster’s slaying were brought to Los
Angeles to view Steve Nash in a lineup. They
picked him out instantly as the man they had
seen with the child murder victim.

Meanwhile the crime lab reported they had
found short blond hairs and bits of flesh in
dried blood on the blade of Nash’s knife.

Under questioning by Sergeant Scar-
borough, the rangy ex-con surlily admitted
that he had indeed slain Larry Rice. With
no trace of remorse in his manner or tone,
he declared:

‘‘T killed him to get back at the world for
some of the pushing around I took when I was

a kid. I’m happy now, and I sure hope you
are, too.”’

Nash was taken to Santa Monica for iden-
tification by other witnesses and later he ob-
liged police by reenacting the murder. ‘‘I met
the kid near the Ocean Park Pier,’’ he said. ‘‘I
treated him to some games and I was glad
when he won that little elephant. Then we
walked up the beach and wandered under the

Santa Monica Pier. I boosted him over that -

big drain.

‘*Then I saw my chance to get even with
the world. I got an urge to kill him. I pulled
out my knife, grabbed the kid, and cut him in
the stomach. He started to yell, so.I threw him
face down in the sand and kept stabbing him
till he shut up. I don’t know how many times I
stabbed him.”’

The veteran officers listening to the big
ex-con’s unfeeling recital were left speech-
less. Nash continued: ‘‘Now I’m square with
the world.’’ In a leering, bragging tone that
belied the words he uttered, he then said,
‘I’m sorry it had to be a little boy, but I had to
get even. I had a good sleep last night for
the first time in weeks.”’

Long Beach detectives identified the
badly-fitting charcoal gray suitas the prop-
erty of slain John Berg. Questioned about that
murder, Nash blandly said: ‘‘Sure, I killed
that fellow, too. I didn’t like him. I was on the
prowl in Long Beach Sunday night and I got
talking to him and went up to his place for the
sake of a meal and a flop. But that fellow
bothered me. He kept puttering around the
apartment and I couldn’t sleep.

**So I stabbed him. I took the suit he’d been
wearing and some money from his wallet. I
went over to Santa Monica, had a swim at the
beach, and rented a room there.’’

The mysterious reference to the southern
drawl that characterized the speech of the
alleged killer of John Berg was now cleared
up. At some time or other, Steve Nash had

.

lost all his teeth. His toothless gums im-
paired his speech.

Now, under the questioning of detectives
and reporters, Nash became expansive, obvi-
ously relishing the spotlight in which he sud-
denly found himself. He said he began to hate
the world when the judge sent him to San
Quentin in 1948.

‘*That was when I lost all my feeling and
made myelf hard. I hate people!’”

He admitted quite candidly that he made his
living by strongarm robbery, and that he had
committed ‘‘at least a hundred’’ such crimes
since he last got out of prison. He said the
$400 he had when he left San Francisco com-
prised loot from several robberies.

But Nash suddenly turned coy when ques-
tioned about the Sacramento killing of Floyd
Barnett. ‘‘Maybe I could tell you about that,
and maybe I could tell you about some other
murders,too. But I’m no dummy. I want
$1,000 cash before I'll talk.’’

‘*What’ll you do with the money?’’ some-
one asked him.

Nash shrugged. ‘‘It’ll give me a lot of
satisfaction just to tear it up and flush it down
the john!”’

Nash didn’t get the $1, 000 he wanted, but
his greed yielded to his appetite for the
limelight. He made no secret of the pleasure
he was getting from the shocked reactions to
his words as he recounted details of his

violence- atudded career. Without further
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back and other parts of his body, he died in the
Santa Monica Hospital.

Even in barest outlines, the story behind
this event was a tragedy that staggered the
senses. The mortally wounded youngster had
been found under the crowded Santa Monica
Municipal Pier at 2:30 that afternoon by two
boys walking along the six-foot-high storm
drain under the pier. When they came upon
Larry, the boy was doubled over on the
bloody sand, only half conscious, writhing
and moaning in agony and clutching his
horrendous wounds.

The horrified boys summoned a lifeguard,
who vainly tried to administer first aid while
waiting for the ambulance and police sum-
moned by another lifeguard. Little Larry was
rushed to hospital, where surgeons desper-

ately waged a three-hour struggle to save his ’

life. They even resorted to open-heart
surgery when the young patient’s heart
stopped, but all their valiant efforts
were in vain. Ten-year-old Larry Rice
died without regaining consciousness.

Santa Monica police swiftly threw every
available man into the beach area in an all-out
effort to pick up the trail of the maniacal killer
who had vented his homicidal frenzy on
a helpless boy. A horde of detectives and
uniformed police fanned through the area,
questioning everyone in sight.

Two youths were found who said they had

seen little Larry, around | o’clock walking
along the beach with a tall, lantern-jawed,
shaggy-haired man wearing an ill-fitting
charcoal gray suit. They thought the boy’s

companion was about 40 years old. The boys
said they saw the ill-matched pair walk under
the pier. A few minutes later, they recalled,
they heard a series of high-pitched screams,

but thought nothing of it at the time. They had »

assumed, as had a number of other persons in
the vicinity, it later developed, that the
screams came from a bunch of male and
female teenagers cavorting noisily up and
down the beach.

Police found another boy who told them
that a man of similar description had tried to
entice him under the pier a day or two before.

In the bloodstained sand where little Larry
was found, officers came upon a small
ceramic elephant with one leg broken off.
Detectives traced it to a concession on the
Ocean Park Pier, where Larry had won the
trophy by tossing baseballs at a*pyramid of
wooden milk bottles. The woman who oper-
ated the concession remembered the tall,
rangy man in the badly-fitting dark suit, worn
over a white shirt, who she assumed was the
boy’s dad.

‘*The man’s pants were almost six inches
too short for him,’’ she recalled.

As darkness descended that evening, the
Santa Monica beach area became an armed
camp, with police saturating the area. Mean-
while, Santa Monica Detective Captain

Robert Guggenmos had ordered a sweeping ©

roundup of all vagrants and known or sus-
pected sex offenders in the city.

And now, back in Los Angeles, Detective
Sergeants McClendon and Scarborough, with
sinking hearts, had their worst fears con-

firmed when they saw the teletype reporting
the ghastly murder of the boy in Santa
Monica. They were sure it was Steve Nash’ S
work.

Even as they prepared to leave for Santa
Monica, however, the teletype began to clat-
ter again and the flashing keys spelled out the
message that the Skid Row dragnet had finally
paid off.

Steve Nash had been taken into custody
less than an hour before!

He had been spotted and recognized while
driving a battered old sedan at East Fifth
Street and Maple Avenue by Officers James
W. Bennett and Russell Taggert: Nash cut a
ludicrous figure when he was arrested. He
was wearing a ridiculously ill-fitting charcoal
gray suit and white shirt. Both his too-short
trousers and his shirt were spattered with
blood and more was still encrusted on his
hairy hands, as well as on the razor-sharp
hunting knife the cops took from a leather
scabbard strapped to his right wrist.

Sergeants Scarborough and McClendon
made no mention of the murder of the body in
Santa Monica when they questioned Nash.
They concentrated on the hotel knifing of
Marty Grogan, and they considered it sig-
nificant that Nash admitted it at once; it is a
common gambit of criminal to admit readily a
relatively minor crime, hoping it will divert
suspicion from them in a far more serious
offense.

According to Nash, the Grogan stabbing
was done in self defense. He also claimed he
got the blood on his clothes in a fight on Skid

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urging, he admitted that he had killed Floyd

Barnett in the hobo jungle in Sacramento. He.

said he slugged him with an iron pipe, then
“‘carved him up’’ with his hunting knife. .
Why? one of his interrogators asked.
Nash said he just ‘‘happened to take a sud-
den dislike’’ to Barnett while they were
drinking together.
Now, apparently encouraged by the
shocked reactions of his listeners, Nash went
on to describe two more murders he said he
had committed in Northern California. While
he was being hunted for the Oakland assault
for which he later did six months at the
prison farm, he said, he had slugged a young

hitchhiker, carried the nude body around in a

duffel bag in the back of his old Ford sedan for
two days, and finally dumped in in a ravine
near Hayward.

““We were drinking wine and I got tired of
his gambling with the money I’d given him,”’
Nash said, in a tone which suggested his
minor irritation constituted a good enough
reason for murder.

Then he told about another killing. One
night, in August of 1956, Nash’ said, he
knocked off a young San Franciscan with
whom he had struck up a chance acquain-
tance. Then, with the man’s body in the front
seat, he pushed the victim’s car into the bay
off a dock in Oakland.

Contemptuously he explained, ‘‘He was a
college graduate, and he told me he was
working for a big corporation for only $62 a
month. When he told me that, I got mad,
because he was so stupid. I knew I had to kill
him, I stabbed him about eight times. He
didn’t have any money on him. I took his
wrist watch and wore it for a month, but I
finally threw it in the Sacramento River.’’

Pressed for more details, the saturnine
homicidal maniac recalled that the name of
his December victim was ‘‘Jim Burns,’’ and
that actually he had dumped his body in to the
bay near the Alameda Naval Air Station, not
in a ravine near Hayward, as he had claimed
in his first account of this murder.

A check of police records showed that at
Richmond, north of Oakland, the body of
William C. Burns, 24, a transient, had been
recovered from the inner harbor on January
24, 1956. He had died from a fractured skull,
and the autopsy established that his body had
been in the water about a month, which jibed
with Nash’s story.

Police now endeavored to determine
whether the young college graduate Nash had
killed in August was Robert Eche, a 21-
year-old gas company draftsman who had
disappeared on the night of August 18th. He
had been driving the family car, a Chevrolet
sedan. He was reported missing on August
19th, but no trace of the youth, or of his car,
was ever found.

In October, Eche’s wallet, containing his
identification, had been mailed to his family.

Nash now went coy again. He hinted archly
that he might recall the name of his San
Francisco victim, but first he wanted $1,000.
No one would give him the money, but when
Sergeant Scarborough asked Nash if the vic-
tim’s initials were ‘‘R.E.,’’ he replied,

**Could be.”’

Soon afterward, without prompting, he
came up with the name ‘‘Robert Eche.’’ He
also identified a photo fo Eche and described
his ear. But he refused to tell where he had
ditched the victim and car until he was paid
$1,000. A long search and dragging opera-
tions by the Coast Guard and police of San
Francisco and Oakland failed to turn up any
trace of it.

With his score standing at five known and
admitted murders and two lethal assaults, in
less than a year’s time, Stephen Nash was
playing to the hilt his role of infamous celeb-
rity. Unmistakably, he took a fiendish delight
in the shocked reactions of detectives and
reporters who interviewed him.

“*T just hate people,’’ he repeated fre-
quently. ‘‘Every so often, something come
over me and I have to kill somebody. When
the cops picked me up, I was on my way to
Arizona to get me a gun so I could kill some
more people.’’

Predictably, the news of Steve Nash’s
monstrous murder admissions sparked a wave
of inquiries, from all over the country, from
police departments which had unsolved mur-
ders of distinctive brutality on their books. All
efforts to connect Nash with any of these,
however, came to naught.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Chief deputy
District Attorney Adolph Alexander went to
ths grand jury and on December 6, 1956, he
obtained an indictment charging Nash with
murders of Rice and John Berg, and the as-
sault on Marin Grogan.

Then, under court order, Nash was taken
to San Francisco in an effort to clear up cases
still hanging fire there. He finally cut his price
for talking to $500, but eventually, under the
persuasive appeals of Homicide Lieutenant
Al Nelder, he relented and agreed ‘to talk
without payment.

In the eerie predawn hours of December
10th, Nash led police and a salvage crew
to the Embarcardero between Piers 52 and 54,
and pointed to a spot in the murky water. A
few hours later, after being located by Navy
divers, the missing Chevrolet containing the
body of Robert Eche was brought to the sur-
face. -

Under further questioning, Nash now ad-
mitted the commission of six more murders,
all following the same savage pattern. ‘‘There
were four other guys down in L.A., one more
here in ‘Frisco, and one in Sacramento. That
makes my score eleven,’’ he said.

‘‘Too bad,’’ he added with a toothless grin.
‘I was shooting for at least sixteen.”’

But at this point the gaunt mass-killer flatly
refused to divulge the names of any victims
unless he was paid for it.

**My price is $1,000 a carcass,’’ he said.
“I know it’s rotten—I"m as rotten as they
make me. I hate people. From now on,] talk
only for cash. And if I don’t get the money,
I'll take those names to the grave with me.”’

Was he telling the truth? Or was he merely
bragging, still grabbing for the limelight he
obviously enjoyed so much?

Detectives could not be sure, but neither
could they forget that all of Nash’s previous

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confessions had proved to be 100 percent ac-
curate. Judged on that basis, it seemed a
good bet that Nash was still telling the truth.
And if he was, there was no mass murderer in
the annals of California crime who could
match him.

Checking back through the records of un-
solved homicides, Los Angeles detectives
found three which bore the stamp of Steve
Nash’s lethal pattern. One was the murder of
William H.Bonsall, wealthy and prominent
33-year-old bachelor socialite attorney and
connoisseur of Oriental art. Bonsall’s nude
body, savagely battered and viciously stab-
bed, was found in the driveway of his exoti-
cally furnished mansion on February 15,
1946.

Another was Kenneth C.Gunn, 40, Los
Angeles bureau manager for Acme News-
pictures, who was beaten, robbed, partially
stripped and left to die on a street not far from
Nash’s Skid Row haunts on January 11, 1947.

The third was Gilbert Berndt, a 35-year-old
transient who on January 30, 1946 was beaten
to death in his room at the YMCA on South
Hope Street. '

Although these murders went back as much
as 11 years, it was noted that this was the
period when Nash was first known to be
operating in Los Angeles. Nash stubbornly
refused to admit he had committed these
specific murders, but a check of the records
showed that he had been staying at the YMCA
when Berndt was killed there. Also, he fitted
the description of a man seen fleeing from the
William Bonsall mansion. Moreover, when
the name Bonsall was first mentioned to
Nash, he reacted at once.

‘‘Oh, that was the bigshot lawyer,’’ he
said. ‘‘Well, if the L.A. cops come up with
the money, I might be able to help ‘em out.”’

Police now disclosed another incident,
which occurred during the marathon in-
vestigation into Nash’s seemingly endless
string of crimes. While they had him up north
and he was being taken across the bay to point
out where he had killed William Burns on the
highway between Oakland and Hayward, the
sight of the Alameda Naval Air Station as they
passed it prompted Nash to say he’d once
considered setting up a ‘‘mass production
murder business’’ there, to kill 10 or 20
sailors a night ‘‘because the last time I was in
Oakland a couple of sailors tried to roll me.”’

And while driving throught the Lake
Chabot area, Nash suddenly volunteered, “‘It
was a place like this where I threw that kid’s
body.”’ .

Pressed for details, he said he was talking
about a 15-year-old Mexican youth with
whom he had lived in an Oakland hotel. He
said he strangled the kid with his bare hands
when he caught him stealing his wallet, then
later dumped his body in a lake womewhere
inthe Oakland hills.

But then Nash lapsed into a surly, stubborn

silence. It was not clear whether this was one .

of the six additional killings he had already
mentined, or still another murder.

Nash was still reveling in the notoriety,
however, when he was brought back to Los
Angeles. To reporters who were allowed to

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interview him, he said nonchalantly:

**Killing people is normal for me. If you
like to kill, like I do, you go on killing—
first ten, then twenty, thirty, forty, a hundred.
It’s like being a millionaire who doesn’t want
to stop with his first million.”’

On February 27, 1957, after trial in Los
Angeles before Superior Judge H. Burton

Noble, it took a jury of 10 men and two’

women only three hours to find Stephen Nash
guilty of two murders and the assault on Mar-
tin Grogan. The trial had been marked by
frequent outburst of vile invective by the
lantern-jawed defendant.

The same jury, on March 18th, voting on
Nash’s plea of not guilty by reason of insan-
ity, found him sane, thus making the death
sentence mandatory. Nash had only contempt
for this.

“*Let the little Christians have their jus-
tice!’’ he snarled .‘‘They have their little rules
all laid out!’’

The veteran Judge Noble later described
Nash as ‘‘the most evil person who ever ap-
peared in my court.”’

During the time taken up by appeals filed in °

his behalf, Steve Nash remained indifferent.
He still grabbed for the limelight during his
court appearances, however, and still took
delight in shocking his interviewers.
Occasionally, at these sessions, he would

work himself into wild rages. Once, in re-
sponse to a question about the number of
victims he had murdered, he yelled: ‘‘Yes, I
killed all eleven of ‘em!I only wish I could kill
a thousand and eleven more!’’

Fortunately for the society he hated with
such vitriolic passion, Nash was not given the
chance to fulfull his wish. On August 21,
1959, they led Stephen Nash into the octa-
gonal gas chamber at San Quentin Peniten-
tiary, and he paid with his life there for the
series of murders for which he never once
betrayed even the slightest hint of remorse.
He played his role of aman_ of incarnate evil
to the very end. He mouthed no apologies. He
did not beg for mercy. He didn’t even expect
‘it. By his own account, the only thing that
ever gave him extreme pleasure was kill-
ing—the taking of a life.

In his strange, twisted way, it is even pos-
sible that he found pleasure in the taking of his
own life.

oo

EDITOR’S NOTE:

Martin Grogan is not the real name of
the person so named in the foregoing
story. A fictitious name has been used
because there is no reason for public in-
terest in the identity of this person.

Triple Murder.

(Continued from page 24)

time and shut it off. It only sounded for a

minute or so. I guessed it was a false alarm.’’
For all of Courtlandt Gross’ fame and
fortune, almost none of his neighbors
knew very much about him.
‘*All I know about him is that he was
involved heavily in an aircraft company, that

* he had retired, but beyond that I know no-

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thing else,’’ a resident living a few houses
down the road offered. ‘‘Who was he,
really?’’

Courtlandt Gross had become president of
Lockheed in 1956 and held the position until
1961, when brother Robert died. Courtlandt
then succeeded Bob as board chairman and
went on to set new and challenging goals for

the firm.
Courtlandt Gross was a premier executive

building up a company into one of America’s
biggest industrial empires. He was also pav-
ing the way for aerospace technology that
would reshape the entire thrust of the in-
dustry.

Gross also was instrumental in leading
Lockheed into an agreement in 1961 with the
federal government on a detailed program to
counter job discrimination, which President
John F. Kennedy hailed as,a civil rights
‘*milestone.”’ os

In a speech he gave in 1963 at the Rens-
selaer Polytechnic Institute, Gross urged gra-
duating engineers not to disparage the huma-
nities. He said that total dependence on scien-
ce did little to aid the search for ‘*personal,

moral, and spiritual fulfillment, which is the
real business of living.”’

Four years after Courtlandt Gross retired in
that year of 1967, the federal government had
to step in and rescue Lockheed Aircraft from
bankruptcy, a condition precipitated by his
successors’ policies.

The murder investigation continued inten-
sively day after day while the shocked neigh-
borhood continued to shudder at the terrible
tragedy that befell the Grosses and their maid.
The Main Line had been given a message that
in essence reminded every resident about the
character of crime—that even wealth and in-
fluence and homes of massive stone on spa-
cious grounds provide no sure haven against
predators bent on plunder and worse.

‘*We should pray in a very special way,’’
said the Rev. William J. Krupa, pastor of St.
Thomas of Villanova Roman Catholic

‘Church, ‘‘for the victims of violence in our

neighborhoods and also for the survivors and
their families.’’

From the quiet college community of Vil-
lanova where he offered Masses on that Sun-
day following the murders, to the trimmed
fairways of the Philadelphia Country Club to
the east, and to the spacious lawns of New-
town Square farther west, there were few on
ths Main Line that day of rest who had to be
told to pray after Friday’s triple murder.

‘‘Our people were shocked and horrified,,’
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Masses in the small brick Rosemont branch
of Cathedral-like St. Thomas Church on the
Villanova campus.

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extraordinary journalistic enterprise’
of the Clarion. Queen rules the’roost
of Tehachapi in the matter of gas-!
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man who once upon a time knew only |
the happenings of her kitchen’
through the reports of her butler. The
events which led Queen from a pa-!
latial residence in exclusive society!
to become a Tehachapi lifer is a story}
which rivals the most bizarre fiction.|

“China” baffles even the imagina-
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which she was sent there for the rest
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able. China today is as much of an)
enigma as Iron Nellie, only China's
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story received the scantiest headline
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academic exploration of the life an
habits of the caddis worm. It i
doubtful if the Duchess pursued thes
studies before she went to Tehachap
because her sex-mad life coul
hardly have allowed time for sud
scholarly endeavor.

» When “Holy Lou,” one of the olde
women ever to be sent to prison ft
life, entered the grim gates of Teha
chapi, she became a self-made out
cast. She spurned all overtures of th

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n. That =) other women who extended gestures of friendlineSs, Her pious aloof-
ang was ness, which earned her the nickname of Holy Lou,.could not be pene-
ont. Her trated even by the dashing camaraderie of Burmah.

ges last

Holy Lou was an outcast among outcasts. She went about mum-
bling Scriptural phrases. The younger women wondered what crime
she could have committed. At Tehachapi a newcomer’s past record

Queen,” ~° . is not revealed, unless the newcomer herself chooses to confide in
ply. She © the others. And this stooped, white-haired woman never gave her
1e is the fellow convicts a chance to ask her what she had done. Holy Lou’s
if Teha- crime was her secret as far as the others were concerned. And this }
ng ago, was just as well, as later events were to prove.
le print Several months had elapsed after Holy Lou entered Tehachapi,
printed and with the passing of time came new arrivals. From these new-
uo “Give comers the others learned the story of the strange,. silent woman, —
ken Su- and when they heard it they shuddered. tt Bee G
‘ffulgent It was a loathsome thing this woman had done, arid even if shé. had
ra cas- accepted the friendly overtures made by the others when shé én-
iad con- © tered Tehachapi, Holy Lou would have. become an outcast; over-
en. The night. At first they could not believe*jt}.but as, other new convicts
of Teha- entered the prison and corroborated the story; they knew it must be
* the in- true. And as the truth became an indisputable fact, they loathed her.
e editor Holy Lou had at
id every fought like a tigress
iterprise the day she, took the
che roost long journey »up
of gas- through the desert.
ime wo- Before the big gates
1ew only - she staged one last,
kitchen violent scene,
tler. The “T'm innocent,” she
m a pa- screamed, clawing at
2 society the guards with her
is a story bony fingers.
e fiction. But that was an en-
imagina- lirely different story
Burmah. to the one she had
-d Teha- ~ blurted out in a Los
scrutable Angeles courtroom a
ent from few months before,
crime for > when a relentless jus-
r the rest - tice was exacting trib-
inscrut- ute for one of the most
ch of an hideous crimes that
, China’s ever blackened the
‘ause her pages of police rec- i?
headline ords. Holy Lou had 4%
admitted her guilt ®™
then. s
wa .~ &
verythlsia And now, while she - 4
earing of was about to com-
. And yet mence the long sen-
‘ee hot ha py ten Above: Sanford Clark Right: It was Jessie

4h éd to recant shows officers how  Clark’s amazing story
use er™ : eo bodies of the many vic- that started detective
. ‘T lied, I lied,” she < .

2 country : tims were transported. on the murder trail.
nt. Occa- weepingly protested ;
le for the at the gates of Teha- “
th erudi- . chapi. “I lied because I wanted to save him. But now I am telling
seation ol the truth. I didn’t do it. I didn’t. 2m, innocent——” .
next an RRS Tan ie eae ioe ce
e life and ea WHEEL of time aa poy reverse its rotations, and go back-
‘m. It if ward to the hour of iidnight of October 2, 1930.5 te
sued these A man is about to die. Inga:téew. minutes he’ will leave the death
ehachapi, | cell at San Quentin prison‘and after. tr Wersing a few short paces ,
fe could | will ascend the thirteen steps to the’ ga lows platform. Rs ab
for such Among the witnesses officially. present ‘Yor’ the. hanging jaré "two :
women, grief-stricken and trembling, »Vord has been'sent to them
the oldest $ through the warden from the doomed:‘man that they will be told the
orison for, truth. ? ry ¥
: of Teha- The two women are“thothers, sorrowing women whose sons -aré
aade out- missing. One is Mrs. Christine Collins, For nearly two years she has

ires of the hoped and prayed that her nine-year-old Walter would be safely


Pees

Above: This dramatic

scene took place in

front of the Riverside

jail shortly after the

suspect had been re-

turned to face trial. Angry
citizens shouted: “We

want that killer.” Sheriff

Clem Sweeters is shown ar-

guing with N. H. Winslow,
father of two of the victims.
Right: This letter was writ-

ten by Louise Northcott to her
killer son Gordon, telling him to
“use hie own -judgement.” The
strange actions of the enigmatic
youth puzzled authorities through-
out this case.

Below: When Sanford
Clark told authorities of
a body buried in the
Bouquet Canyon they
hurried ‘to the scene
of an old deserted mine
to investigate. This
graphic photo shows
Detective Lieutenants
Hamren and Lloyd
and Deputy Sheriffs
Ybarra and Men-
doza digging. for
bodies of the Vic-
tims. Gordon
Northcott later
confessed to

many murders.


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Sanford. Clark, ‘star
witness for the state,
points to the accused
man while testifying
from the stand.

Gordon Stewart
Northcott, central
character in. this
amazing story of
wholesale murder,

BLEAK WIND blows almost ceaselessly into the
A valley from the frowning peaks of the Tehachapi

Range. Sometimes it only whispfetsaround the
fables and turrets and minarets of the‘grim buildings,
fenerally at sundown when the sun dips: behind Cum-
mings Peak and drops into the Pacific Océan‘as night falls
over the California Institute for Women. At other times
it rises to almost hurricane proportions and makes cross-

ing of the prison yard a perilous journey for the female
felons. ‘

Upwards of two hundred wo-

* who had their brief day in the

made the rotogravure sections of

are less romantic——coarse and
drab gun molls, forgers and. ste zo
badger game artists, shoplifters ‘and habitual prostitutes,
poisoners and embezzlers. There are fémale Fagins and

SARI og

kidnappers. There are even female counterparts hére of
the rapists to be found in penitentaries for men. Actually,
is one woman at Tehachapi whose multitudinous

me
ie

the term she is now serving.

e

for some unromantic offense, its#Makes no difference to the

cha bead matron and the staff. All’ must go up the long desert
poise 4 road and pass through the high gates to commence prison
‘coal * life. And that life is on the same Jevel for all who enter
la: 2 in Favoritism is disregarded at Tehachapi. Each is given

es aoumber and acell. From there on it is up to the prisoner,

modern Lady Macbeths, dope. smugglers, larcenists and .

wductions during her pre-prison life paved, the way to.

me as
Whether a woman is there for. killing her husband or

Once behind the ineluctable barriers of Tehachapi, the
individual woman must find her place in the new scheme
of living. Some are sullen and rebellious. In fact, that
is generally the first stage. Then follows a gradual adapta-
tion to prison routine and prison associations. Some are
popular with the rest of the inmates——others are hated.
Some are tolerated and some are ostracized. But nearly
all become Philosophical once they are faced with the
rigid regulations. There are, of course, exceptions, and in

: due course their stories will be
told.

men are incarcerated at Teha- B IBB NS Unlike the prisons for men
chapi Prison. Many are women y there are no actual. convict

“bosses” at Tehachapi. But there

newspaper headlines. Some were H ; are “big shots.” And from this
dazzling beauties whose features Spe cial Investigator For

list of big shots have been chosen

“Burmah” is a big shot at

Tehachapi. Scintillating beauty,

youth, a vivacious nature and cheery personality plus
_ 4 talent for doing things put Burmah in that class. Every
day she is busy in the main office of the administration
building, virtually in charge of the fingerprint system and
the histories of her fellow convicts. During her spare time
she is engaged in évery lively avocation that is permitted

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_, the womeh of Tehachapi.

“The Kid” is loved by some and loathed by others. She,
too, is young and lively. Her crime? One of the most as-
tounding cases in the annals of police records.

“Iron Nellie” is an enigma, even to those who know
her most intimately behind bars. The effervescent Burmah
will insist to her dying day that Iron Nellie “got a raw
deal.”” Yet Iron Nellie has the distinction of being the first
woman in the history of California to occupy a cell in the

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bill. He punched the till to get the change.

“Leave it open, Mister. I'll take what
you got in there.”

Oren looked up into the barrel of a gun.

Glassy eyes and a mean-looking face
froze Oren. — ,

“Sit down on the floor,” the gunman
ordered.

Oren sat.

The gunman vaulted over the counter.
scooped the cash from the till,

The front door of the store opened. A
chill draft from the cold, wet night out-
side blew in as two customers entered.

One was Chief Petty Officer James L.
Dashields from Long Beach. He was out
driving with his girl friend Ann Cox and
stopped when they ran out of cigarets.

The other man was Charles Rogers. He
lived in the district and had come in for a
couple of cans of beer.

“Where is Irving?” Rogers asked the
strange youth behind the counter.

The youth laughed. “He’s sitting back
here on the floor.” The gun came up from
behind the counter. “You guys sit on the
floor right where you are.”

The strategy of having the clerk and
customers sitting on the floor was clear.
The counters displaying merchandise
would hide them from anyone passing on
the street. ;

“You, hand over all the dough you’ve
got,” the bandit waved his gun to indicate
Dashields.

The navy officer handed over his wallet
and the change from his pockets.

The gunman noticed the girl sitting in
the car parked in front of the store.

“Don’t any of you guys move. I’m com-
ing back.”

He went out to the car and opened the
door.

“What’s going on in there?” Miss Cox
asked.

“Those guys in there are all crazy,” the
man said with an almost hysterical
giggle. “They’re sitting around on the
aps They want you to come in and join
them.”

ce '
I don’t understand,” Miss Cox said.

“Jimmy only went in for cigarets.”

“Maybe this will help you get the drift.”
The gun jammed roughly in Miss Cox’s
side. “Come on inside and join the party,
Baby. We're having fun.”

The car motor was running. Miss Cox
started to reach for the key. “Leave it be,
Baby. I may be leaving in a hurry.”

Inside, the gunman forced Miss Cox to .

sit on the floor with the others.

“Now for your dough, fella,” the gun-
man invited Rogers. “Shell out brother.”

Rogers handed him his wallet and the
change from his pockets.

“Turn your pockets inside out,” the
bandit ordered.

As Rogers pulled out his pocket, a
street car token rolled onto the floor.

“Holding out on me, huh?” the gunman
demanded savagely. “You shouldn’t have
done that. Pick it up and hand it to me.”

“Pick it up yourself, punk,” Rogers
growled. “If you’re so hard up fora lousy
dime—”

The gunman’s arm raised slowly. The
gun in his hand lined up with Roger’s

head. Rogers looked from the gun to the ©

sneering face of the bandit. The others
sat wide-eyed watching the action.
The bandit cursed. ° :

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The exploding gun filled the room with

a deafening roar. : ;

Rogers toppled.

A red stain spreadion the linoleum floor,
The blood crawled in a little stream to-
ward where the street car token lay.

Rogers gave a convulsive jerk, then lay
still—dead.

“Anybody else feel like talking back?”
the killer challenged.

Frozen by the shock of the’ wanton
murder, the others sat numbly on the floor
staring unbelievably at the dead man.

“Don’t nobody move, or they get the
same thing.” |

The killer sprinted out the store and a
moment later was gone in Dashields’ car.

In the telephone booth with his back to
the store, Chaison was unaware of the
holdup until he heard the shot. The killer
apparently had not seen.him.

Chaison saw Rogers on the floor bleed-
ing. He broke off his call and frantically
jiggled the receiver. He asked the oper-
ator to connect him with the police.

The 77th Street station received the
call, It was flashed over the air and picked
up by cruiser cat officers Robert Dreese
and Ernest Andrews. As they sped to
the scene, they saw a.car attempting a
fast turn from Avalon Boulevard onto
Gage Street. ; t

It hit a utility pole with a grinding
crash,

.Dreese braked the police car as he saw
the driver climb out arid start to run down
the street. The officers had not received

a description of: Dashields’ car nor the -
_ bandit, but the circumstances were sus-

‘ picious enough to demand investigation.

-

“Hey, you!” Dreese called after the
fleeing driver.

The man turned. He raised a gup and
snapped a shot at Dreese and then leaped
over a fence. 3

“He must be the stickup guy,” Dreese
shouted to his partner as he ran down
the sidewalk and piled over the fence.

He crossed the yard to the alley. The
man was not in sight. Andrews came over
the fence. ‘ y

“Tl go this way. You take that way,”
Dreese called as he sprinted down the
alley. : ‘<

The two officers: covered the block
without sighting the man. .

“Better call the station,” Andrews said
as they met. “We'll need help on this.”

Dreese used the car radio.

Reserves were already on their way
from the station to the scene. Air calls
went out with a description of the killer
to other cruising cars in the vicinity.

A call to headquarters alerted the en-
tire city. There are twelve sub-stations
and the Central emergency squad in Los
Angeles. Captain Didion’s office is the
nerve center connecting all of them.

Cars and men were moved into the
Southside like pawns on a checker board.

Detéctives M. S. Pena, F. L. Thomas
and L. F. Kubiak of the Central Felony
Squad’ arrived at the store. Officers Don
Henninger, A. Weber and R. L. Whitely
moved in to help Dreese and Andrews.

Detective Pena got the story of the
killing from the witnesses,

“It’s a lousy shame,” Oren said, look-
ing down at Rogers’ body.. “Somebody’s
‘going to have to tell his wife. He was
saying only a couple of days ago she was
expecting a baby. It’s going to be rough
on her.”

Thomas checked on the description of
the killer.

Dashields said: “He was either crazy or
full of dope. He didn’t have any reason to
kill that man.”

“He giggled like he was drunk when

‘

he forced me to come in,” Miss Cox said.
“Only, he didn’t seem drunk. He didn’t
stagger.”

A few blocks away, more officers were
joining Dreese and Andrews. A house-to-
house search of the area was started for
the killer.

Within a half-hour:nearly 100 police of-
ficers had been sent into the Southside
from other precincts and the Central
‘emergency squad. Everyone walking the
rain-swept streets was questioned.

Detective Sergeant Murphy and
Stevens were notified at their homes
of the killing and immediately went to
the scene. Detective Pena gave them a
quick run-down on the crime.

_ “El Gato,” Murphy growled when he
heard the description of the killer.

“Who?” Pena asked.

Murphy explained about the tip they
hiad received from Didion on El Gato
and the work they had done trying to lo-

- cate him. “The killer fits the description

to a T,” Murphy said.

“How does he get his monicker of The
Cat?” Pena asked.

Murphy shrugged. “We haven’t been
able to crack anyone about him as yet.
We haven't got a thing on him except
he’s a main-line heroin user and gun
crazy...

“No doubt about that from the way
he shot the fellow here tonight. Drilled
him for no reason at all.”

Stevens came over to Murphy. “There’s
one big thing that doesn’t add up,” he
said. “The guy comes in here to heist the
place. After he pulls the job and kills the

‘guy, he leaves in a customer’s car

“That’s right. So what?” Murphy asked.
“So, how did he know there would be

_a customer who would drive up and leave

him a get-away car?”

Murphy peeled the cellophane off a
cigar as he pondered his partner’s ques-
tion. “Maybe you got something there. A
stickup doesn’t pull a job unless he’s got
his get-away planned in advance.”

Murphy walked over to where Da-
shields, Miss Cox and Oren were stand-
ing at the side of the room.

“This guy, the killer, when he came in—

- did you notice if he was wet, like he’d

been walking in the rain?” Murphy asked
them.

“T don’t think he was very wet,” Da-
shields said. “He was wearing a light
jacket and he didn’t have any hat.”

Miss Cox said she was sure the man had
not been drenched by the rain because
when he came out to the car, she at first
thought he was the clerk from inside the
store.

“Maybe he was a little wet,” Oren said.
“But he wasn’t soaked like he had been
in the rain very long. This I am sure of

because he stood right over me when he -

came in back of the counter.”

Murphy and Stevens went into a
huddle. :

If the killer arrived at the store with-
out getting wet, how had he come there?

In his own car? Or by taxicab?

After considering both possibilities, the
detectives ruled both of them out.

If he had arrived in his own car, he
would have left in it.

If-he had come by cab, he would have
made some arrangements for his get-
away, other than fleeing on foot into the
wet night.

“The only answer is he must live around
here,” Murphy declared. “We figure he
is El Gato and our information is that
El Gato is from the Southside. He must

have come here on foot and he couldn’t-

have come far or he’d have gotten
soaked.”

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interior with the aid of the mirror over the backbar.

A number of the customers were suddenly finding they -

had other places to go in a hurry. ‘

The sullen, fat bartender pushed two beers in front of
the detectives and grumbled in an undertone: “Can’t you
guys find anyplace else to drink?”

“We might if we find somebody who knows a character
named El Gato,” Stevens said.

‘Never heard of him,” the bartender said, as he swiped
at the mahogany with a damp towel.

“You're sure? He’s a main-liner with heroin.”

“On the level. I don’t let hipes in here. They get
screwy.”

Murphy nudged Stevens.

In the mirror they could see a dark haired girl who had’
slipped out of one of the booths. She was putting on a coat
over her tight fitting silk dress.

The detectives watched her without giving the appear: -

ance of interest until after she left. Murphy whispered to
Stevens: “Jackie may know.”

They waited or several minutes after the girl left and
then went out to their police car. They spotted the girl
three blocks away and pulled in to park at the curb.

When the girl saw them, she found a sudden interest in

The cat man re-enacts murder in
liquor store for Detective D. E.
Stevens, left rear, and Detective
Sergeant George Murphy, on floor.

Detective F. L. Thomas leans over
body of Charles Rogers and points
to token over which he was killed.

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a lighted jewelry store window. Murphy and Stevens

moved in on either side of her. :

“Hi, Jackie,” Murphy said softly, ‘‘We’re looking for a
character named El Gato. Got any ideas ?” .

The girl jumped as if Murphy had slapped her.
' “You want to get me killed?” she cried with genuine
fright.

“We'll take care’ of you,” Stevens said. ‘Suppose we
meet you at your place in a half-hour ?”

The girl spun to face Stevens. “No dice. If you want to
drag me in how, trat’s okay by me. But it won’t get you
‘nothing.”

“We just want his name and where we can find him,”
Murphy soothed.

“T don’t know nothing.”

“We think different.”

The rouge on the girl’s face stood out in red patches.
“Gimme a break,” she pleaded. “I want to stay alive.”

“We said we’d take care of you.”

The girl gave a short, bitter laugh. “That’s what -you
think, I ain’t talking, -now or ever.” She started to move
down ‘the street.

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. Detective D. E. Stevens, left, and Detective pg bm George

Murphy: scan the Ortega case records at headquarters.

Murphy shook his head. “She’s scared stiff, just like the
others.” : :

The detectives got back into their car. “What now?”
Stevens asked. “This El Gato must be our boy.”

“Yeah, And what a boy. Jackie don’t scare easy.” Murphy

eased the car into gear.

“Well?” Stevens breathed the question, settling back
to light a cigaret.

Murphy drove the length of the block before saying:
“Maybe we're going at this wrong. This El Gato has
frozen all our pipe-lines.”’

“You can say that again. You got an idea?”

‘Maybe. Let’s drive over and see Papa Romeriz.”

“Papa Romeriz?” Stevens gasped. “What would he.

know?”
Papa Romeriz was a small, fat, pleasant little Mexican

‘who operated a little chili parlor in the district. The de-

tectives went there often for the excellent Mexican dishes
he served.

“We aren’t getting anywhere’ the way we're going,”
Murphy said. ‘Papa Romeriz has big ears and I don’t think

“he’s afraid.”

Murphy weaved. the car down the boulevard and turned
off to a side street. He parked and the detectives entered the
small cafe. Papa Romeriz was alone inside and greeted the
detectives effusively. .

-“Tacos?” he asked when they were seated on
stools. .

“Tacos,” Murphy said.

“Tacos,” Stevens added.

“Coffee now ?” Papa Romeriz asked.

“Now,” Stevens told him.

The chubby little Mexican poured two steaming cups of
coffee and then began to deftly sprinkle the chopped greens
into a pancake-like corn battee.

“Ever hear of a fellow who calls himself El Gato?”

Murphy asked. ’ -

Papa Romeriz slipped the rolled tacos into the sputtering
grease before turning around. His usual smiling face was
serious. “El Gato—is the cat,”? Papa Romeriz said. “You
look for him?”

“We'd like to find him.”

The tacos required Papa Romeriz’ attention. He scooped:

them from the hot fat and slipped them onto a plate. He
placéd the crisp corn roll with the tender salad-like filling
in front of the detectives. aus
“Mexicans are like the police,” Papa Romeriz said seri-
ously. ea,

tate

Stevens bit into his tacos. Murphy said: “Yeah? How
do you figure that one?”
“ Papa Romeriz wiped his hands on his apron front and

‘Jeaned on the counter. “I read in the paper where two

policemen steal some money. Big headlines in paper.”
Murphy. washed down a bit of tacos with a swallow of

“coffee. “Yeah, we get bad eggs once in awhile. What’s that

got to do with Mexicans?” :

“Same thing,” Papa Romeriz said with a gesture of his
hands. “Two policemen steal money, -everybody say all
policemen are crooks. I hear them say it. All policemen big
crooks,~-but it is not true.

“Same thing with Mexicans. Some are bad fellows.
Police arrest them and then everybody say all Mexicans
are bad fellows. Is not true. Many good Mexicans in Los
Angeles. Hard working fellows with wives and kids.”

“I see your point,” Murphy said, reaching for a paper
napkin. “I’ll tell you something, though. You know our
head man, Chief Parker.”

“T hear of him,’’ Papa Romeriz interrupted.

“Well, when he found out about those two bad coppers,
he could have hushed it all up. The newspapers wouldn’t
have found out about it. He could have just fired them and

* nobody would have known. But they were crooks, so he

put them in jail. The rest of us fellows are proud of that,
even though some people read the papers and say all po-
licemen are crooks. We know better. We know our Chief
is a man with real guts. You understand ?”

Papa Romeriz stood thinking it over. A smile spread
over'‘his fat face, wiping away the serious look. “I under-
stand,” he said. “You want to know about El Gato?”

“He isa bad man,” Murphy said. “He uses dope and he

robs people with a gun. Maybe he will kill somebody.”
“T hear of El Gato,” Papa Romeriz said. “I do not know
him but I will find out for you. I will find where he is.”

Stevens said: “Take it easy, Papa Romeriz. We don’t

. want to get you killed.”

Papa Romeriz laughed. “I am not afraid. If you have

‘big ears and small mouth nobody can tell what you know.”

The detectives went back to their car. It was a little
after 8 o’clock and the threatening rain had arrived. Murphy
turned on. the windshield. wipers and drove back to the
77th. Street station. a

‘He put through a call and fdtind Captain Didion was still
in his office. ;

“We may get a line on'that El Gato,” Murphy reported.
“There is such a guy and he must be rough. He’s got all

‘our stoolies scared stiff.”

’ “You'd better get hot on it,” Didion warned. “The dough
he got from his last job won't last forever. When he needs
more stuff, he’ll go after it with a gun.”

“We'll keep right on it,” Murphy promised.

‘The detectives had already worked overtime, so they
left the station to go home. It was Tuesday evening, Janu-
ary 6, 1953.

A few iminutes after 10 o’clock, Irving M. Oren was
alone in his liquor store at 5957 South Avalon Boulevard.
Roscoe Chaison came in and asked to use the telephone.

“Help yourself,’’ Oren invited, pointing out the phone
booth at the rear. Chaison went into the booth to make his
call.

A moment later,’a tall, thin youth dressed in slacks and
a gabardine jaeket over a bright Hawaiian sport shirt
came in. :

“What'll it be, Bud?” Oren asked the bare-headed youth.

“A pack of smokes.”’ He named the brand.

Oren reached over the counter alongside the cash regis-
ter and picked out the cigarets. He handed them to the
youth and accepted a dollar [Continued on page—48]


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Murphy called to Pena and Thomas and
explained the theory.

“I want a house-to-house search of this
whole area,” he ordered.

“We've already got one going,” Pena.

said. “So far, it hasn’t produced any-
thing. There are a lot of apartment houses
and rooming houses around here. It’s
going to be tough working with only a
description.”

The liquor store telephone rang. Oren
answered it and then called to ai iehy .
“It’s Lieutenant Phelps. He wants to talk
to you.”

Murphy walked behind the counter and
took the receiver. .

Phelps said: “I hate to bother you be- ~

cause I know you're busy, but Papa
Romeriz is in here and insists’he has to
see you.”

“What does he want?”

“It’s something about a cat. I told him
to come back in the morning but he—”

“El Gato,” Murphy cried. “Look, Lieu-
tenant. Have you got a car you can send
down here with Papa Romeriz?”

“T’ve got everybody out on the murder.
If it’s important, I’ll bring him down.”

“T wish you: would.”

Within a few minutes the car pulled
up in front. Murphy went out and got
into the car. “You found out something
about ‘El Gato, Papa Romeriz?” Murphy
asked eagerly.

“T asked about him and find he is a very
bad man, like you say. He is using dope
and has a gun.” .

“He is a very bad man, Papa,” Murphy
said. “Tonight he killed a man for no rea-
son. A marr whose wife is going to have
a baby in a little while.”

‘Papa Romeriz looked as if he would cry .

at the news. Stricken, he said: “I should
have found out sooner for you. It is too
bad a man should die because El Gato is
such a bad man.”

“Tt is something we cannot help now,”
Murphy said sadly. “What did you find
out about El Gato?”

Papa Romeriz said: “He is called The

Cat because on his chest he has picture
of cat—a big wild cat. He is bad, like wild
cat is bad.” E

“Did you find out his name?”

‘It is Florentino Ortega. That much I
know. I do not know where he lives.
Maybe tomorrow I can find that out for
you.

“That may not be necessary,” Murphy
said.

Within a few minutes the name of Flor-
entine Ortega was given to all the officers
searching in the district for the killer. A
short time later, an officer reported in
that a Florentino Ortega was renting. a
room over a garage at 35814 East Gage
Street, in the same block where the killer
had smashed Dashields’ car into the
utility pole.

Murphy and Stevens with Henninger,
Weber, Whitely and Kubiak converged
on the room.

They could see a light inside but, no
one answered their persistent knockfngs.
The door was locked.

“Shall I crack it?” Whitely asked.

“Go ahead. We'll cover you,” Murphy
directed. /

Whitely smashed his shoulder into the
door while the other officers stood with
their guns drawn. On the-third ramming,
the door gave and the officers stepped
inside. ¥ ‘

A young .man with a towel wrapped
around his waist and atother over his
shoulders, stepped from a shower room
dripping water.

“What’s the big idea?” he demanded.

“Why didn’t you answer the door when
we knocked?”

“I must have had the shower running
and didn’t hear you.”

“Where have you been in the jpast
hour?” z

“Right here. I was just taking a shower
and getting ready to go to bed.”

“Your name is Florentino Ortega?”

“Yeah. What’s this all about? Why
have you cops come busting in here?”

“We think you pulled a stickup at a
liquor store, killed a man and smashed a
car up at the corner.” ‘

“You guys are nuts. I haven’t been out
of this room since 8 o’clock. You ask my
landlady. She saw me come in. I don’t
know nothing about no stickup or killing.”

Ortega pulled the towel from his shoul-
ders and reached for a shirt, and only
then did Murphy see the tattoo of a pan-
ther stretched across Ortega’s chest.

“El Gato,” Murphy cried. “Boy, you
may be a cat, but you’re going to lose all
nine of your lives at once when they send
you up to the green room at San Quentin.
‘Get your clothes on. We’ve got some wit-
nesses waiting to take a look at you.”

White Ortega dressed, the detectives
searched his room. They found $300 in
currency stuffed in his coat pocket. Hid-
den under the cushion of an easy chair
bist .38 automatic. It had recently been

red.

The detectives could see how Ortega

had been able to elude Dreese in the chase
down the alley. He had turned in at the

garage and let himself into the apart-.

ment above it. 4

Ortega was taken to the liquor store
and Oren, Dashields and Miss Cox readily
identified him as the killer.

Later, Ortega made a complete con-
‘fession to the crime and re-enacted the
killing while photographs were made.

Ortega insisted, “I had just taken a pop
of heroin before I pulled the job. I was
so high I didn’t know what I was ‘doing.
I don’t know why I killed the guy.” .

It was learned that the killer had only
been released fron the New Mexico pen-
itentiary six months previously. He said
he had come to Los Angeles and began
taking heroin.

. He told reporters he had tattooed the
Panther on his chest himself by cutting
the skin and filling it with ink. “I wanted
to get myself a name. I scared the other
junkies half to death. When I needed a
pop and didn’t have any sugar, I’d just
’ pull a gun on them and tell them El Gato
would kill them and they’d fork over what
I needed.”

During questioning, Ortega confessed
to three other robberies in the Southside
area.

District Attorney S. Ernest Roll filed
charges of first degree murder against
‘Ortega on January 9, 1953, and issued a
statement saying:

“I am going to demand the death pen-
alty in this case.

We are going to make Los Angeles
the toughest county in the country for

*these crazy stickup killers.”

On January 21, 1953, Ortega was given
a preliminary hearing before Municipal
Judge Leon T. David and was bound over
to a Superior Court trial on the murder
charge. :

Standing before Judge David Coleman
on April 26, 1953, Florentino Ortega could
only gulp when he heard the judge: pro-
nounce his doom. ‘

“This wilful, wanton, senseless murder
broke up a 19-year marriage and left a
widow and children without a father and
husband,” said the judge, and he granted
District-Attorney Roll’s request when he
pentraces Ortega to die in the gas cham-

er.

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eagerly and at considerable length.

He declared that he had come to hate
the world when the judge sentenced him
to San Quentin in 1948. “That was when
I lost all my feeling and made myself
hard. I hate people!”

He vented his hate, Nash calmly ad-
mitted, .by strong-arming and beating
robbery victims; he boasted that he had
committed more than 100 such robberies
in the four and a half months since his
release from prison.

He claimed that the $400 he had when
he left San Francisco represented the
take from several heists. He had decided
to head south and get clear of ’Frisco be-
cause he feared the town was getting too
hot and some one of his victims “might
accidentally identify me.”

Quizzed about the hobo jungle murder
of Floyd Barnett in Sacramento, Nash
suddenly turned coy. “Maybe I could
tell you about that, and maybe I could
tell you about some other murders, too.
But I’m no dummy. I want $1,000—cash
—before I talk.”

“What would you do with the money?”

a detective asked. v-

“It'll give me a lot of satisfaction just
to tear it up and flush it down the toilet!”
Nash retorted.

Steve Nash did not get his thousand,
but vanity and his desire to continue in
the spotlight probably was responsible
for his decision to talk about the Barnett
murder. He demanded that newspaper
reporters be present.

This request was granted and Nash
then admitted he had killed Floyd Bar-
nett on October 3rd, slugging him with
a piece of iron pipe before he “carved
him up pretty with my knife.”

Why had he killed him?

“TI just happened to take a sudden dis-

like to the guy while we were drinking,”
Nash said, as though that was reason
enough to murder aman. -

Nash obviously enjoyed the shock his
words were giving his listeners. He went
on to tell about two more killings he had
committed in Northern California. In
December, 1955, while he was being
sought for the Oakland assault for which
he later served six months at the prison
farm, Nash revealed, he slugged a young
hitchhiker, carried the nude body around
in a duffel bag in the back of his bat-
tered jalopy for a couple of days, and
finally dumped it into a ravine near
Hayward.

“We were drinking wine and I got
tired of his gambling with the money I’d
given him,” Nash explained.

The other killing occurred on a night
in mid-August, 1956, Nash said. He mur-
dered a young San Franciscan with
whom he had struck up an acquaintance.
He pushed the victim’s car, his body still
in the front seat, into the bay off an
Oakland dock. —

“He was a college graduate,” Nash re-
lated with his characteristic smirk. “He
told me he was working for a big corpo-
ration for only $62 a month. When he
told me that, I got mad because he
was so stupid. I knew I had to kill him.
I stabbed him about eight times. He
didn’t have any money on him. I took
his wrist watch and wore it for a month,
but finally I threw it in the Sacramento
River.”

Later investigation showed that the
body of William C. Burns, a 24-year-old
transient, was recovered from the inner
harbor at Richmond, north of Oakland,

‘on January 24, 1956. Burns was the

hitchhiker.

Police were then asked to check on
whether Nash’s “college graduate” vic-
tim might have been Robert T. Eche, 21,
a gas company draftsman, who had dis-
appeared on the night of August 19th

while driving the family car, a tan 1953.

Chevrolet sedan. No trace of the car or
the young man had been found.

When questioned about this, Nash first
demanded his usual $1,000 to talk. Some-
what later he conceded, without pay-

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(above), battered and stabbed to death in his L.A. home

by HENRY HANEY

offers redemption to all sinners, clergymen of all faiths are fond

of saying, ‘‘There is a little bit of good in the very worst of us.”’

. If that is to be taken as a religious axion, then the murderer with

whom this report is concerned can be taken as the exception that

Proves the rule. A minister who had studied his case closely would

not admit that in so many words when interviewed by the writer a few

years ago, but with a sorrowful shake of his head he did concede that

the criminal we were discussing was ‘‘evil beyond belief, obsessed
with killing. . .”’ ,

‘Evil beyond belief;’’ the words were well-chosen, for this man
resembled nothing more than the overdrawn ‘‘bad guy’’ in a bad
movie script penned by an amateurish writer, He became a classic

ase-study of innumerable experts in the fields of penology,
riminology, sociology and psychology, many of whom admitted
they were unable to find in him even one redeeming quality.

Indeed, the man himself reveled in his own evil excesses. By
his own repeated admissions, he killed one victim because ‘‘he was

32 True Detective

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stupid;’’ he hacked and mutilated a small boy ‘‘to get back at the
world.’’ And he found satanic satisfaction in explaining that:

“If you like to kill like I do, you go on killing. If you kill ten you
want to kill 56 twenty, then forty, then a hundred. It’s like being a
millionaire who doesn’t wan’t to Stop at the first million...’’

The incredible story of this man’s incredible careergoes back a long
way, but for reasons which will become obvious it is best begun with
the incident which became a climactic turning point in his life, in
effect, a point of no return. mi

The scene was a working man’s hotel at the foot of Bunker Hill in
the blighted older section of downtown Los Angeles, a district which
then was rapidly giving way to what used to be called slum clearance
but which now is known more euphemustically as urban renewal.
The old hotel boasted no elevator. Uncarpeted stairs led to the
rooms on the upper floor. A couple of ratty looking potted plants
flanked the bottom step, hard by vending machines that dispensed
cigarettes, candy and soft drinks. Seat-sprung couches and overstuf-
fed chairs were scattered about the lobby,most of them occupied by
men in laborers’ clothes. Some read newspapers or magazines. A
couple chattered disinterestedly about nothing in particular. Others
just sat and stared blankly into defeated pasts or unpromising futures.

It was a couple of minutes after 5 o'clock on that Friday afternoon
in November when two men walked down the stairs, crossed the
lobby to the street door and went outside. In appearance they were
much like the men sitting around the lobby; the only thing that
distinguished them was their ages. They seemed a bit younger than
most of the others, and one was quite a lot younger than the other.

The younger one was of medium build in height and weight, with
medium-colored, nondescript hair. He walked a couple of steps ahead
of his companion, -a tall, rangy man maybe 30-odd, with heavy
beetling brows and lantern jaw. He was hatless and his shiny black
hair was shaggy and in need of a comb.

No more than three or four minutes passed from the time they went
out until the lobby door suddenly burst open and the young guy reeled
into the shabby lobby, doubled over in pain. His hands clutched at his
guts and blood ran over his fingers before it splashed onto the worn
tile floor of the hotel lobby. :

. For a long moment, the surprised silence of the lobby hangers-on

hung in the musty air, broken only when the young guy cried:

‘‘Help! Somebody help! He’s killing me! He’s gone crazy!”’

Before anyone could respond to the anguished plea for aid, the
lean, lantern-jawed erstwhile companion of the victim exploded
through the door. He was a fearful apparition indeed, and the sight of
him froze everyone into a state of suspended mobility. His eyes were
wild, his mouth was open and lips curled over his teeth gave him the
look of an angry dog. His right hand held a wicked looking hunting
knife, on the blade of which onlookers could see glistening streaks of
fresh blood.

Oblivious to the witnesses, he reached the wounded man in a
couple of long strides and clamped his left arm around the young
fellow’s throat. Then, as the people in the looby looked on aghast, the
big guy stabbed the wounded man again and again with the bloody
hunting knife. He stopped only when the weight of the falling man
caused him to slip from his grasp as he crumpled to the floor.

Then he loosed a stream of obscenities as he towered over his
fallen victim. In the next instant he began stomping the man’s face,
raising his foot again and again, tromping on the head and torso ~
viciously and deliberately. Only sheer exhaustion forced him to stop
finally. But yet he stood there, glaring at his prostrate victim now
lying in a pool of blood. Then, panting, he glared around at the faces
of each witness as though trying to memorize each countenance.

At last, with what everyone present later described as ‘‘a crazy
laugh,’’ he wheeled, straight-armed his way through the lobby door,
and disappeared down the street.

The report on the stabbing was logged at police headquarters at
5:15 p.m. The first lawmen to arrive at the hotel were Officers R.A.
Gillet and R.W. Smith, patroling out of Central Division. The rangy
knife artist had long since become lost in the busy traffic around the
comer on Third Street by the time they got there.

The officers found the stabbing victim barely conscious, but mum-
bling, albeit incoherently. As he was lifted into the ambulance a
few moments later, he seemed to be trying to tell them who stabbed

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ment, that the initials of that victim
might have been R.E., and shortly he
supplied the name, Robert Eche. Navy
divers located the car and the body in 14
feet of water off the Embarcadero, Nash
grudgingly pointed out the spot after
much haggling for payment failed.

Nash’s score now stood at five known
murders and two near-fatal assaults in
less than a year. The headlines which
resulted from these revelations gratified
his ego and he continued to talk to
reporters:

“T just hate people,” he told them,
relishing the revulsion apparent in the
faces of some women reporters present.
“Every so often something comes over
me- and I have to kill somebody. When
the cops picked me up, I was on my way
to Arizona to get me a gun so I could
kill more people.”

Los Angeles County had first claim on
Nash and Chief Deputy District Attorney
Adolph Alexander went before the grand
jury on December 6th. Nash was indicted
for the murders of Larry George Rice
and John William Berg, and the murder-
ous assault on Dennis Butler. A San
Francisco grand jury later indicted Nash
for the murder of Robert Eche.

For a time, it seemed that every law-
man in California—as well as several
from other states—who had an unsolved

. murder on the books, entertained the

possibility that Steve Nash might be
their killer. One by one, these cases were
processed and checked out, but Nash
could not be linked to them. In the
course of interrogation sessions, how-

ever, Nash admitted he had killed’ six

other men, all in much the same pattern
as his known murders.

“There were four other guys in L. A,”
he said, “one in ’Frisco, and one in
Sacramento. That makes my score
eleven. Too bad—I was shooting for at
least sixteen.”

But by this time, Nash was through
talking. He refused to identify his other
six victims, or provide details of their
slayings, unless he was paid for it. “My
price is $100 a carcass,” he declared. “I

know it’s rotten, but I hate people. From —

now on, I talk only for cash. And if I
don’t get the money, Ill take those
names to the grave with me.”

Homicide launched a massive check of
the bureau’s records and came up with
three long-unsolved murders in which
the killer’s MO matched that of blood-
mad Steve -Nash. Significantly, they
dated back 11 years, when Nash was first
operating in the Los Angeles area, a fact
which apparently gave the lie to his
claim that he learned to hate the world
after being sentenced to San Quentin in
1948.

The three victims of the unsolved
murders were: William H. Bonsall, 33, a

wealthy and prominent bachelor social- .

ite attorney and Oriental art connoisseur
whose nude body, battered and stabbed,
was found on February 15, 1946, in the
driveway of his exotically furnished
mansion on West Third Street; Kenneth
C. Gunn, 40, Los Angeles bureau man-
ager for Acme Newspictures, who was
beaten, ‘robbed, partially stripped and
left to die on’ January 11, 1947, on East

—Aonor Roll

KILLED IN ACTION

WILLIAM C. WOODGEARD, Deputy Sheriff, 54, Hocking
County, Ohio. Killed April 15th when his cruiser went

- out of control and struck a tree while chasing two armed
holdup men on Route 216, between Murray City and
New Straitsville. Survived by wife, daughter and son.
Deputy Woodgeard’s salary: $325 per month.

JERRELL P. VAUGHAN, Patrolman, 28, North Little Rock,
Arkansas. Slain April 16th by a gunman who shot him
five times while the officer was investigating a shoot-
ing which had occurred earlier in the evening. Survived
by wife, daughter 7, and son 2. Patrolman Vaughan’s

_salary: $435 per month. |

ALFRED W. STEINAT, County Patrolman, 28, Prince
George County, Maryland. Shot to death near Gam-
brills, Maryland on May 2nd. Survived by three chil-
dren and wife, who is expecting fourth child. Patrolman

Steinat’s salary unknown.

Would you lay your life on the line every day for
what your community pays its police officers?

TRUE DETECTIVE

First Street, relatively close to ‘Skid
Row; Gilbert Berndt, 35, a transient,

’ beaten to death on January 30, 1946, in

his room at the YMCA on South Hope
Street.

Nash stubbornly refused to admit
these were some of the six other mur-
ders he had committed, but significantly,
records showed he had been staying at
the YMCA when Berndt was killed; he
fit the description of the rangy, dark-
haired man witnesses saw fleeing from
Bonsall’s mansion the night Bonsall was
killed. And when he first heard the
name Bonsall, Nash said, “Oh, that was
the big-shot lawyer. Well, if the L.A.

’ cops come up with some money, I might

be able to help ’em out.”

As the car in which Nash was riding
passed the Alameda Naval Air Station,
when he was being taken to point out
the spot where he had killed William
Burns on the highway between Oakland
and Hayward, Nash commented that he
once considered setting up a “mass pro-
duction murder business” there, killing
10 to 20 sailors a night, “because the last
time I was in Oakland, a couple of sail-
ors tried to roll me.”

In February, 1957, Stephen Nash was
brought to trial in Los Angeles Superior
Court, Superior Judge H. Burton Noble
presiding. His pleas to the two murder
counts and one assault count were not
guilty, and not guilty by reason of insan-
ity. The trial was marked by frequent
outbursts of vile invective by the
defendant. —

On February 27th, the jury of 10 men
and 2 women, after deliberating only
three hours, returned a verdict of guilty
on all three charges.

On March 18th, the jury voted on the
not guilty by reason of insanity plea and
decided the defendant was sane. That
made the death sentence mandatory.

It was veteran Judge Noble who then
described Nash as ‘“‘the most evil person
who ever appeared in my court.”

The lantern-jawed defendant was un-
moved by this excoriation from the
bench. For the death sentence, he ex-
pressed only contempt. “Let the little
Christians have their justice,” he snort-
ed. “They have their little rules all laid
out.’

Automatic appeals, reviews and stays
consumed almost exactly two and a half
years before Nash’s time ran out. In the
interim, he continued talking, but he
still refused to give details of his other

. killings. He tried to bargain with rela-

tives of murder victims, having heard
they held insurance policies that could
be collected if he would confirm the
deaths.

To one interviewer he talked at length
about his favorite subject, himself. “Kill-
ing people is just normal for me,” he
said. “If you like to kill, like I do, you go
on killing. If you kill ten, you want to
kill twenty. If you kill twenty, you want
thirty, then forty, then a hundred. It’s

like being a millionaire who doesn’t _

want to stop with his first million.”
Another time he yelled in a rage,
“Yes, I killed all eleven of ’em. I only
wish I could kill a thousand and eleven
more!”
But the State of California made cer-
tain Stephen Nash would never kill

again. When all the legal recourses open _

to condemned men had finally been ex-
hausted on August 21, 1959, Stephen
Nash was taken at 10 o’clock in the

' morning into the gas chamber at San

Quentin Prison. He was strapped into
the steel seat, the chamber was sealed.
the cyanide pellets were dropped. and
the most monstrous killer in California
history went to his death. Never once
did he betray even the slightest hint of
remorse for his horrible crimes. $4

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NASH, Stephan, white, 35s asphyxiated, San Quentin (Los An geles), 8-21-1959,
By the time incredulous California investigators

finished putting together the murder tally of
this one-man execution squad, there was more than
enough evidence to justify the judgement that he was

“EVIL ELIER,
OBSESSED Willi MILLING...

F containifig
body. of. m der victim Robert, Eche, 21
-who had disappeared

True Detective 33

FEBRUARY, 1983.


coe wversine Gnteroeise
/ T00 LATE TO: CLASSIFY &

to attend the National Home | ?
ire Style Show at Fran-; “
*Szen's Ped Ca., Sept. 26 to
Oct. 4.) “9-25- maid 2

T: f Brockton avenue trolley’
“or straveling toward fair, |
: » hurslay afternoon, yellow Par-|
* "ker Duofold pencil. Reward for!
is aah #& John Clarke, editorial ' “3
* room, Enterprise office.

;

THE". Breet CONVALESCENT |
HOME—The place to get strong. |

| Located miles northeast of}
-Banning. “ Altitude and climate
wnexcelled. for throat and Tung |
troubles.» No fog... Room and

board. witht separate cabins, Mek
‘per month, Address Fred Pearce,

Whitewater, Calif.

e: Pomona Horie Lowels

at Mile : Mark ,at;Eocat
* eG +

| Teddy’ Ir. (doste McDonald). sen
ines, 2 tgs) 220% 2:08%
fs race, free! for, ;
F 2 nee ha scatin ‘ pdcorde--
Pantene ons ‘toe. tne. Pocitte ‘const were hung, }
Sar Ss apy yesterday. at’ the Southera
|, (California ‘fair -groands by, Hole

a Seal ‘stables Pomona,’

i fyrood ‘Pat, swift bay gelding of |
4

fa the second: race:

=the: pecan (rotter,. redding of | |

rarest Bob out of, Betty Tay-.
. tte - the- «front. jm?
covering
ead

tx: :
First wate “tree 3 nll pace, *“g000:

¥ Prod € ac bourne

‘georing three omens Pp age |

ane

DEATH Normeae:

oH it ghenenntry ine! ni Pramndiatl Neh
Sept. :21,°1930,, Ross nag teen

beloved busband. of: Mrs. Eva L,

mond--of | Riverside, : ‘Miss |; Con-

“stance Hammond, of “New; ‘York

e

ay West! ‘Riverside, rancher, was lodged

iw fs felt that choles of the eminent
“VAmerican: and former! seerttary’.of
state: will not dé the Hoover admin-
istration: any harm: when'‘the cam-
| paign. begins for senate ratification
of thé ‘World: Court, steeptarice of

which hpper_chamber of the!
United States:congress. would mean
pms ata entrance, ‘pa hpi ahecine

- foc NEWKIRK TAILED

“HERE FOR FORGERY

i ~ ‘taeda
- Wallace+ Nevain. “23-year-old

in! the, city jail rest ame on ‘a
‘ charge of, forgery.

“Newkirk! was. arrebced ot “at “the
: Southern: California » fair” grounds
“Nyy! Inspector: Scott. and’ Motor Of-
ficer “Bertino ‘of the police, depart-

ago on 4 bad chack charge,

1:

REALTORS TO TALK
» CONVENTION’ PLANS

“plans for a campaign to be con-

yb

” \\|for: widentiig, paving,” lighting and
>} }installing of

j Prepared plans and specifications

; iment: He. js asserted  by..the—police}.
td bo have been. arrested.” somé .timer,

bridge...
$148, 156.84 - “by city council, calling

ng | walls. over
the entire . section, the Lake’ City
company has-been transferring its
equipment 'to the improvement Jo<
cality sirice early in the week ©

As \the contract ‘was let,“ Buena
Vista; way will be realigned, run-
ning 25 feet north of its present} ©
path—for- a-portion.of.the distance |
west of the Seventh street termi-
nal, <‘Thiswill allow for the elim-
ination’-of ‘thé sharp. angle now
‘} formed in the highwayat the end
‘of Seventh street): according to
specifications set forth.

Won't; Hinder Traffic

Tt ‘was. ascertained from David-
son ‘and FPulmor, engineers who

for. the’ project, that, the contract-
ors have worked out a plan of pro-
cedure whereby the right-of-way
undér,| reconstruction will be left
open-to ‘vehicular traffic over ‘the
fentire period, | Travel to and from
Riverside “over; Mission’ boulevard

~ In| conjunction * swith the Buena
1 vista improvement,: the. state of
California will furnish. funds. for
the: widening of the Santa-Ana
river. bridge,. thus affording Riv-

‘Mrs, ducted at ‘the state. convention ‘of

¥ si Speen raiearade. Sait,
: Tepe 95,0800, Jee Aalencta, ‘be=

Hd | ttiag the: ‘Session ‘will be deyoted::)
4 se : ‘i mountains by Superior Judge Mor-

“street, :
hartt Lohg' Beach,

ch; sis }
Gea.) Wood: of 2859 kare
Riverside,,34rs.. Dave Burk-
ik eh, Mrs, Cats
- Olsey of VOrgbee, “ahd Mr.
“Andséw Olsen of Riverside, Calf.
Services © will, be. sannounced | Tee 5 ane 2: wes yi public. Pe

rae

5, California-.Real.-Estate-< association
in. Santa-Cruz. next “mon

bape sRealty. board in, <Bourell'e: ca]
Fetenta today. 92.)

ree os gath sees!
a Bx!

‘earned aa it. o. for :thie . purpose
ofinstruéting Riverside's-deltgates|

TEL-STARKEY-~

fel: 39, ‘fig, Helepe Stir y
: | Seuss aes BLiry sid
-| CASE-P’

ie The Cornelius Earle Rumsey In-
dian Museum. will be open bar

Saturday ‘until . further. -notice,-

dora, trneing 10%, concave] SUSPENDS, SENTENCE.

‘Jar. weekly luncheon: of the: River- =

etside a> completely’ modernized
highway) entrance from Los An-
Beles; it: was. declared.

“ON ATTACK CHARGES

“Robert a. Works .of Elsinore,
charged with. assaulting R. J. Had-

bert Cole; Riverside negro, was ar-
Mrested’ at the Southern California ;
fair grounds late last night on a;
charge of “ possessing quor. The |

of the police department.

Furniture Style Show at Fran-
zen’s Hardware Co., Sept. 26 to}
OG Foi me eS

Children’s puma

Allure Fair Visitors

Everyone is interested in the kid- |
dies, and so everyone at the South- |
ern California fair is interested in’
the group showing of children's
photographs in the woman's build- ;
ing, arranged by Rasmussen, Riv-:
erside’s famous children's photog-
rapher.
This- group ‘has been arranged |
with a true artist’s skill, and sub-;
jects are of more than usual in-
terest because of everyone being a|
Riverside product. Boys. vie. with!
little girls in attraction, and -wheth-|
er the subject ‘has long curls’ and)
is in modish garb, or whether he!
be ‘arrayed only in nature’s gar-
ments, the appeal is the same.
One’ group depicts beach scenes,’
and here. the youngsters are espe- |
cially.” natural. Presence of toys
and of pets adds somewhat to the |
picture, and -delicate tinting accen- |
tuates the general charm.
~'These--photographs are but rep- |
resentative of» Mr.~ Rasmussen's |
everyday work, and of his skill in!

the most alluring pose.
awarded a special ribbon to this

sell, a neighbor, with a hammer,
Was} was given «suspended. sentence of)
six:months at the county industrial’
road*tamp in. the San Jacinto:

ton yesterday...”
Works) charged. with” baba with}

| a deadly weapon, hid* pleaded not!

guilty at.a preliminary hearing be-|
fore Justice. Moore. but yesterday)

. phe pleaded ‘guilty to the reduced)

charge of simple ussault. Judge Mor-|
ton suspended the six monihs“sen-
tence for one’ year on the condition

‘that “Works“report monthly ~-te

County Probation Officer Mathews:

Plan to attend the National Home |
Furniture Style: Show at.Franzen’s'
somerset comatie 26 to"Ocb. 4.

9-26-27),
et Soa

9-25-27 |

unique exhibit.

Sanitary Wells
“For domestic use $2 per foot.
Six inch galvanized casing used.
No rust. (No sand. Operate any-

where.
\ FELIX SCHEER
Colton. Ave-Urbita
San Berdardino, Calif.
Phone 212-57

KEYSTONE DRUG
COMPANY _

Sih and Main ané Artingtes

_—"s

a el

MH, Simons, $7 O0¥!

2 lh og

* Aevedted at. fair Grounds—Al- |

arrest was made by Inspector Scott |

PLAN to attend the National med

= 9-25-27 |

capturing the little .ones..in just |f
Judges | «

9-26 |


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alt Chatge Ma
Now Facing'to Be
First Dea Medes:

net, .

Buor. After firing tfisee’ shots he

ned the revolver on bimselt. but
is thought he lost nis
received. only~ a. slight. ‘eeaks
und and after treatment for two}
iys at the county hospital was ar-
how and lodged.-in the; » county}
deg,

ep As gem "catia. | pte:

 Upy-Prepartie to. make‘a last.
fight to. save). his*son. ‘from

Cyrus -Northcott of
*enmntingtons Park, ©-Calif.,:.ar-
rived here’ tonight to make his
“headquarters ‘until Oct.: 2, ‘the
date set for.the—-hanging. of

ac AYERS 1 oO a

Gordon Stewart Northcott, con+
“-victed of» ee aseemde Pcomgy
‘murders.’ Va, 3
‘='Tomorrow the: ‘older ‘Northeott
{Will visit. his son.in-condemned |}
row at Sat Quentin peniten-
tiary: °° Monday. he ‘plans to
go ito Sacramento. to’ make @
fast appeal for commutation’ of
) sentence to Governor. Young.
The Rev..Latry Newgent; ¢van-
gelist and: host to Cyrus North-
cott, said he: may) accompany.

| More Aricable |
ie “ie bed

«¢ligformed_quarters. that the Italo-jranks of brganized

sat

and-; quiet teaching,

lay in the bronze. casket RS
# blanket of orchids. As an

ton. ot: philosophy in. Chicago Unt-

. ae ri Assembly. todsy~ voted
Lie

Preach
‘who Yea: shen oe nee a cere

“thé: condemned . man’s father™
when he re before _ Bov-

490,000: gold” tranes. tabout.. $57,000)
ithe expenses of @ general. dis-| |
iran ot agpoliccnoy

GANG GUNMEN

‘g -world|* “ CHICAGO, ‘Sept. 19. ‘Opa:
reduc-}Other large chunk was ripped away
*forres:, be today from. the ha files cloak
(2 cog. jthat tas ‘hidden the sinister. ma-

esgeses | it Sees in|chinations “of ‘racketeers . in the!

a investiga-

nag

tiations—the/ tors, said tonight. ;
Sara Delving . into records seized.
raids : last _ Wednesday ; on. the ‘t=

uniong,  assistan’

nd }June 9, 1926, from Aldon Fannel-| ytotits geore
fo ne ae, son of near: Irving, ve Insas, Exp ¥
en) gunmen id hha

tion. © 2

rate > * b

of Ruth Alexander ~ -
Are Disclosed.’

RANCHER HUSBAND.

IS NOT {OT DIVORCED 3

sil Earlier Wedding. of
-- [l-Fated Aviatrix:
Reported Found

SAN DIEGO, Cal, Sept. 19 (P)—
Tangles which ‘beset the Jove-life
of Ruth Alexander, daring awatrix
Killed. yesterday in the crash of |
her, log-enveloped” plané, canie to
public attention today as the fast
Gificial inquiries into her tragic
death. ‘were being completed.

‘The discovery of her secret mar-
Fiage last June 21 at Yuma, Ari-
zona, to young Robert. Elliott, na-
Val. reserve aviator, was followed
by intimations from Kansas © her

wf SECRET TRUTH.
=| SUID BIGMMOUS

Tangled © Marital” Affairs’

TALLY GIES

marriage there to Mac Alexander
never had been formally dissolyed.
Ji had ‘been generally. believed,
jtoo, Alexander was her first hus-!
band, but records in Richmon d,|

s
name,

“Ruth. Alexander's:
had~ been divorced

maiden}
there}

ae

da “ar,

been married about. a

at

Associated Prese Phota
Col. A. A. Sprague, head of the
committee for Prevention and pun
ishment of crime in Chicago.

ANGELS GAME:

LOS ANGELES, Sept. 19 (P-1;
A ninth inning rally gave Los An-}
Bel esa ivictory’ over the Missions!
tonight. Like last night the Ant

‘tn! Missouri, said Ruth Blayey, which| ls trailed until the fast half ogi

the final stanza. but «m: ' ai
eke out a one-run m 4
was 6 Lo Bos

BY
Cart Ditt nia. short, . waea


Leo. Stanley, ‘prison, ph:
‘Ian, examined the: youth and.
; reigning.

said
in

: Vi Holohan tday''to ask Cordon’
Stewart! Northeott ‘onthe day: be»

e2 pérniltion:tn a fetter f “from Wasdet ;

old, « ‘It, was,
| ‘portion of these forcéa’ will be dis-
j "am ney northwestward along the
Peiping tallway as, far as

fore: hé must hang for the ‘murder

“Receipt. oF /the.! :
say nt al

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A gang of
13 years old has preyed upon
Salinas

g. dictator ‘of Mdaivetnds
his

bt. in. Peiping,

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EERE. ine A FETE EIGER TEE
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they. sei gia

Shee an ‘dropped | ‘ott s aves a
*hieves didn’t notice

if it. Te Pole ater found the strong

Ht .@ small) amount of money

; office.records. intact, ~~

Hoover, today’ was’ diagnosed asa
“very, early: tubercu infection of
@'small area’ in’ the’ ches¢.*

: - Captain Joel. a: Boone, White’
“Howe physician, in makinz the an-|
ouncemént:‘said since. the lesion:

i} bad Ween ‘diséovered early the out-

come: ig viewed: optimistically’s and
rh fu and complete. recovery is be-
lieved, Akely. Purl

"The president's ‘son. is is remain!
‘al tiie tpresidential: lodgein ’ the!
‘Virginia’ mountains; at+ant filtitirds |
“2,500 feet, untif cold:
“Pweather, 7 Shek grea Captain Boone
said, ‘He. will “be: brought. back . te
‘Washington’ for Another eXamina-

Ere Siving ‘driven. out. without! tion after which: the! future course

ting: ttre rebels of the, mortherp

7 China war lords. alliance: .
Bit Suspicion was: sttong.
3 years. old, monldcs tlamipe’ to s€
; Se Chinas: anc

oR

th

ny rf “that business on the wine

> BAL a marked decline wittc’
LINAS, Gal, ” 1 characteristic of # number, of}
1 atl from a er months and, there-are me:

(distinct ¥, encourag'hig S ecie ‘

Police Lamont added that

for the last. Feat; -

have:

of his treatment, will be determined.
4 Months of constant | work,- was,
, Said by the White House physician
it, 10 have’ left. the 28-year-old son of

tent Mr. Hoover. ina generally xun-

down: condition. Last week+end: be

‘was ‘taken to ‘tle Rapidan) River)

jodgé where he was sutferiug from

an intestinal. disorder and an°in-
flamed digestive system.

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Sto have been interrupted in Chile
between Santiage and Valparaiso
and the, southern city of Concep-
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ment against the Chilean gov- |
.€rnment: was. attempted yesicr+ |
day. All railway traffic south of
Santiago is suspended. ~

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expressed the belief that unex: |
pected events may happen across
the Andes. “Lhey
credit to official dispatches from :
Santiago stating ‘that everything
was cahn aiter failure of revolu-
dionary attempt at Concepcion.

These . dispatches — have been
chiefly . transcriptions. of official
communiques.

It fs wicely believed in Burnes
Aires’ that the insurgent “move-
ment In the third largest Chilean _
city was. carefully prepared. It
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strong support-- from . Chitewn |
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ter of the interfor following upon
an unsuccessful attempt by - five
Chileans to start. @n ‘insurgent
movement against the government.

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Mechanic. Morrison. They formed
the’ crew of an airplane | which:
Janded at Concepcion ~ yesterday’
carrying .two exiled. Chilean army,
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claimed they were making ? com-
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returning “to Argentitia by way of

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prison. He smiled and joked continuously
with the newspaper men who accompanied
him to the prison walls. In bidding good-
by to the reporters, he smilingly remarked:

“If my appeal is denied, I will have
a Startling confession to make which will
clear up the entire situation,”

A few minutes later, garbed in drab
prison gray, he was locked in the row
of condemned men, as No. 46597, there
to await the gallows trap.

Fifteen-year-old Sanford Wesley Clark,

the’ Canadian boy whose horror-tale
opened up the Wineville murder farm
investigation, was ordered confined in a
California boys’ institution, to be held
until he reached his majority, unless the
immigration authorities intervened to de-
port him to Canada,

Cyrus George Northcott, father of the
condemned youth, was released from
custody, as there was no charge that
could be brought against him,

Tue Eno

The Clue of the Gray Hat

(Continued from page 40)

and Sergeant Lemmer passed me on the
way out; but they paused only long
enough to exchange greetings. I noticed
that they both looked tired, and, ap-
parently, their expressions registered no
optimism.

“Hello, Sol!”

Inspector Griffin greeted me in his
characteristically affable manner when I
walked into his private office.

I SAW a pile’ of freshly developed
photographic prints upon his desk, of
views taken at the murder scene by the
bureau photographer. And—like a mute
appeal to a trusted friend from one whose
voice is tragically silenced—there lay
before me the posthumous picture of
John E, Levy! The sharp vision of the
camera gruesomely revealed the death
wound where his chest was laid bare.
The sight of that picture fortified my
secret resolve to dedicate whatever part
of my life might be required to the task
of bringing to justice the perpetrators
of that heinous deed. And on more than
one occasion in the days that were to
follow, I almost gave the whole of my
life in pursuance of the unspoken resolve
I then made.

On a corner of the table to the In-
spector’s left I observed a light-gray felt
hat. Beside the hat was a strong micro-
scopic glass, with which the Inspector
had doubtless been working before I en-
tered,

Not wishing to impose upon his genial
disposition, I declined the chair he mo-
tioned me to take.

“Inspector,” I began bluntly, as he
pushed back the typewritten report he
was looking at in deference to my call,
“I know you are mighty busy, and I
will only detain you long enough to say
a few words.”

“That's all right, Sol. I’m glad you
came in. What’s on your mind?”

“As you know, Inspector,” I said, “Mr.
Levy was one of my best friends, And
I’ve learned that he was murdered last
night. I came in to volunteer my services
to you, if there is any way that you may
be able to use me.”

“I appreciate your loyalty, Sol. But
I can't suggest anything that you could
do to aid us at this time. We are doing
everything possible now to uncover the
killers, and I have some reason to hope
for a quick solution to the mystery.”

“Any leads to work on that haven't
been made public?” I inquired, hoping
there might be something more tangible

that was being kept secret from the news-
papers.

“Not much so far—only this.” And he
handed me a torn scrap of writing-paper
fromthe orderly collection of miscel-
laneous articles upon his desk. “Of
course, this may be only the well-known
thrust of some underworld member’ with
a grudge that he thinks the police may
avenge for him upon an enemy he wishes
to harass. But good tips sometimes come
this way—we'll soon see!”

I looked at the scrawled wording, It
was written in blue ink, and the writer
had sought to prevent any possibility of
his handwriting being recognized by
printing the message in capitals. It read
as follows:

GET WILLIE PRICE! HE IS A KNOWN
CRIMINAL AND HIS REPUTATION IS
BAD, WHEN YOU GET HIM, MAKE
HIM TELL WHO KILLED MR. LEVY.
HE IS A HABITUE OF THE POOL-ROOM
WHERE THEY PLANNED THE MURDER,
AND NE KNOWS ALL ABOUT IT, GET
THAT CROOK AND MAKE HIM TELL!

The irregular formation of the letters,
and rambling, crooked alinement indi-
cated an unpractised hand, despite the
obvious attempt to disguise the writing.
But to offset this evidence of illiteracy,
the spelling was such as to show famil-
iarity, at least, with the inside of a
schoolroom,

A crude sketch of the human eye repre-
sented the writer’s signature—hence we
came to refer to him as “The Eye.”
Otherwise the message was anonymous.

I KNEW Willie Price, the man who
had been made a_ suspect by “Fhe
Fye’s” anonymous letter, His police
record, however, did not place him in
the category of a strong suspect in a
major crime. But the cryptic letter did
not accuse him: of being the actual mur-
derer, And as the Inspector had inti-
mated, it wasn’t improbable that he might
have some knowledge of the murder plot,
if indeed it was true that the dastardly
plans had been made in a_pool-room.
The letter, Inspector Griffin told me,
had been mailed at one of the branch
post-offices not more than a few hours
following the Evergreen Street murder.
“And if the tip given in this letter
Proves bogus... ?”
“We'll have to find the owner of that
hat!” Inspector Griffin finished grimly,
The tone of that remark, and the

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glance toward tl
that looked so im
association with
uncertainty as t
which the Inspe
hope for victory.
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of the South cor
the ownership of
hoped most ferve
have to depend «

A buzzer was
office. Inspector
telephone, and a
conversation, tw
Willie Price, the
Eye.”

Did this prison
Levy murder my
be telling Inspect
secrets of a murd
I well knew, whe
able appearance :
had yielded to
times persuasive
per Inspector, an:
secrets. He look
wouldn't, with tl

The arresting
withdrew from t’
that it was the
mand absolute pr
ing an important
departure,

During the next
disappointed to |
nite had been acc
The newspapers
drive against all t
Hundreds were c:
Fivery known re
was raided, Va
characters were
Minor criminals -
out of the wholes
were held for fi
murder suspects.

NE of the tw
known to ha:

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King” drew a la:
fore he was murd
said, tried to bor
day, aud remarke:
he was getting 1
job.” No names «
public. But one
pects proved their
only three remai:
It was at this
reinstated in the |
When I was rest:

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man in one of
That position affo
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case that was still
in the public min

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of suspects had
custody. Admitt
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{LEWIK HENRY WINSLO

Found at death ranch, this library
book with missing. page showed
et where the Winslow boys wrote
Pehle : their last letter home.

Ly 38

~0s

Pitiful victims of a fiend slayer, Louis and Nel-
son Winslow were sought for weeks after their

disappearance in Pomona, |Calif.

ning of May 16. Fears of kidnaping
had at first inspired the hunt for them
but on May 19 a letter had been received
saying they had gone to Mexico.

Handwriting experts had pronounced
the writing genuine, the work of the
older of the two boys. Apparently they
were alive and well.

Then on May 29 another letter had
been received. It said they were bum-
ming around having a grand time.

The handwriting of this letter, too,
seemed to be genuine but there was evi-
dence, or so it seemed, that some other
person had dictated parts of the letter.

Further than this, the report showed,
there had been no clue to their where-
abouts. One of the letters had been
written on a page torn from a library
book one of the boys was known to have
in his possession.

There was nothing to indicate that the
fate of the two lads could have been any-
thing like the horrors which young
Sanford Clark described. The young-
ster must be romancing, with his talk of
boys tortured, mistreated and slain, with
his talk of the headless Mexican youth
and of the death of. Walter Collins.

In that case, at least, the lie was
proved for the records showed clearly
that young Collins had been returned
to ‘his mother some time before.

STARTLING DETECTIVE


deserted
n incred-
ruth.

fcer in Los

stared in
the fifteen-
ss the desk

he seemed,
had been
quarters of
just a pale-
entry into
er question.

tounded the
true. The
that. But

id child pick
is flights of

story any
heard and
youth in a
incredible.
mpted pres-
irdered boys

the others

are missing

-TECTIVE

from Pomona?
names ?”

“Louis and Nelson. Louis was about
twelve, I think, and Nelson ten.”

The officer thumbed through the
papers on his desk and picked up a re-
port.

“You'll have to get a new story, young
man. This one doesn’t hang’ together,
Walter Collins was returned to his
mother some time ago. He was alive
and well. I don’t know about the Wins-
low boys but they were in Mexico the
last heard from them.”

“You don’t believe me?” the youth
burst out. “You think I’m lying?”

“I know you're lying about the Col-
lins boy,” the officer said sternly, partly
in an endeavor to draw the boy out.
“What do you want to tell such things
for? Where do you get such horrible
ideas ?”

“T tell you it’s true. Every word of
it’s true. My uncle kidnaped me from
my home in Canada. He took me down
there and made me do horrible things.
He even made me help kill one of the
Winslow boys.”

ADVENTURES

What were their

ape

a

Bits of bones—boys’ bones—revealed
evidence of wholesale torture murder.

“All right, if you persist in these out-
rageous stories, we will have to hold
you for investigation. But I warn you,
you'll get into trouble with such lies.
You’d better tell me the truth.”

When the lad would not reply, he was
taken back to the detention room.

The court officer was puzzled. Some-
thing, he felt, would have to be done
about this boy with the horrible imagi-
nation but he didn’t quite know what.
But his curiosity had been aroused.

Fingering through other records on
his desk he turned up a report on the
two missing laés from Pomona, Cali-
fornia. There wasn’t much to the re-
port.

Louis and Nelson Winslow, aged 12
and 10, respectively had been reported
missing shortly after 8 o’clock the eve-

Bk hh i ee

-RANCH

By MORTON FABER

Fifteen-year-old Sanford Clark could
not at first make officers believe the
bits of truth he whispered.


.

NORTHCOTT, Gorden ‘Stewart, wh, hanged CASP (Riverside) October ay

Mass murder by a
boy butcher! Un-
believably horrible
was the story told
by a mere lad. It
couldn't be true—
and yet the half had
not been told.

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a Wa, r 5 ie

‘S xe eer be!

Br URGENT Spates ios i hea re

, DIGGING FOR SKELETONS

Grim prospectors of death sought long and earnestly in a chicken coop
slaughter-house for the remains of missing boys.

1930

Officers swept down on a deserted
mystery ranch and proved an incred-
ible story only half the truth.

Angeles’ Juvenile hall stared in

frank amazement at the fifteen-
year-old boy who sat across the desk
from him.

A common-place youth he seemed,
this Sanford Clark who had_ been
brought over from the headquarters of
the immigration authorities, just a pale-
faced Canadian boy whose entry into
the United States was under question.

But the tale he told astounded the
officer in charge.

Not that he believed it true. The
story was too “wild” for that. But
where could a fifteen-year-old child pick
up details so horrible for his flights of
imagination ?

It was the most horrifying story any
Los Angeles officer had ever heard and
it fell from the lips of this youth in a
manner that made it doubly incredible.

“You say,” the officer prompted pres-
ently, “that one of these murdered boys
was Walter Collins?”

“Yes, sir. And two of the others
were those Winslow boys.”

“You mean the two that are missing

STARTLING DETECTIVE

. VETERAN court officer in Los

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OLWELL, Barney, hanged San Francisco, CA, 1-22-1866

iA OLWRLL’B FXFCUTION

Took place on Monday, and passed off very
quietly and agreeably for nll parties con-
cerned. It was ‘one of the most successful
affairs of the kind I hare ever witnessed, and
Iam pleased to see that Mark Twain, who

witnessed the execution, now walke the etreet
with the air of a man fully reconciled to his
fate and rather pleased with what fortune has
in store for him. The demonstration of the
entire painlessness of death by hanging was
so complete and perfect that he no longer
trembles when he heara a policeman whistle
behind him. ButI digress. Barney Olwell
was a brute of the lowest type, hardly enti-
tled to be considered a man: he committed a
bratal mnrder in cold blood and with malice
aforethought. He died as he lived, indiffer-
ent to his fate and repeating the words of the
clergyman at his side with the air of a man
who cares nothing about the matter either
way, but is willing to accommodate those
who had interested themselves in his behalf.
The details of the execution have all been
published and I will not bore you with repe-
tition of them, but let me correct one or two
misstatements which hare crept into print.
The execution was not witnessed by a single
fellow prisoner of the condemne MAD, as
their ea doors were closed and the two-inch
opening in the wickets did not admit of their

ile a glimpse eren of the “er of the gal-
ows. On the other hand, Olwell did not eat
a hearty breakfast that morning, simply ta-
king a cup of-@offee and tasting some cakes
which were handed him. He was cool and
indifferent enough, God knows, but I see no
reason for making him outa greater brute
than he was, or casting reflections on the

‘management of the jail, which, in spite of

Mark Twain’s com laining, is, I believe, one

of the best rindiged public institutions in the

United States. By-the-by, speaking of Twain

reminds me-of the fact that he is fearfully

down on /
THE POLICE.

I am sorry for this, as it may tend to injure
him when he needs their assistance; and
here let me eay that much of this prejudice is
upjast, and a great deal of ill feeling might

be avoided by sage-brush Bohemians if they
would remember to adhere to the following
simple rules:

Pirst—When getting drunk seek the com-
pany of gentlemen, not that of Pacific street
jayhawkers. The police are apt to judge of a
man asthey find him, and finding him among
thieves, don’t elevate him in their opinion.

S8eceond—When you find yourself in the
hands of the polloe, go ag 4 along until
you se@ a Carriage, thea ‘ark the an
to ride with you to the calaboore. Police-
men are paid $125 per mooth to do all sorts
of dirty work, and in spite of their feelings
will find no valid excuse for refusing to ride
with you, er the circumstances.

Third—Always keep a small deposit of
fire or ten dollars on hand with the olerk at
the calaboose, to serve as bail, which will en-
able you to depart as soon as you get mod. |
erately sober, and not compel! you to remain
there over Sunday.

Pourth—If you have no money on deposit, |
as stated, and none to hire a carriage, do not !
lay down on the ground and eompel them to |

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Gallows

From page 1C

California Department of Parks -

and Recreation. A $17,000 grant,
along with $2,000 in county gen-
eral fund money and private dona-
tions, bought new planks, wooden
pegs and paint for the Structure,
which cost a modest $63.71 to build
in 1885.

“These gallows are an impor-
tant historic artifact, and an
ambassador of California’s crimi-
nal justice past,’ Adams told the
crowd that gathered in the jail
yard for the dedication. In addi-
tion to being one of only two gal-
lows remaining from the 19th cen-
tury, the Downieville gallows are
a Symbol of the forces which
created Sierra County, he said.

In the early 1850s the area
belonged to Yuba County, and the
Seat of government was in Marys-
ville, a day away on rutted moun-
tain trails. The gold miners who
populated the remote banks of the
Yuba River’s north fork had a way
of taking the law into their own
hands.

_.. The morning after the town’s
Fourth of July celebration in 1851,
a lynch mob went after a woman

named Juanita. The night before

' She had knifed a man who had

forced his attentions on her during
the festivities. Word of Juanita’s
hanging from the iron bridge over
the Yuba River soon Spread to
State authorities in Sacramento.

“The people down there decided
they had to do something for us up
here. That led to the creation of a
Separate Sierra County with its
own law enforcement powers,’’
Said Adams.

The now-historic gallows were
built after another gruesome
affair, this one a legal execution in
1856. Convicted murderer Morde-
cai Harlow was led to the platform
of an earlier Structure, but -when
the hangman sprang the trap, the
rope stretched so far that Har-
low’s feet touched the ground.
Horrified spectators at the hang-
ing rushed onto the platform and
pulled the rope, holding it up until
Harlow was dead, Adams said.

In comparison, the O’Neill exe-
cution in 1885 went Smoothly,
although there was one small
hitch. A nervous Sheriff Sam
Stewart was apparently anxious to
have the business over, and hit the
iron hangman’s level a bit prema-
turely. A deputy was Standing on

the trap adjusting the noose over

O’Neill’s head, and went down
with him. He was saved by no

rope.

+ O'Neill was convicted of killing
his boss, John Woodward, who
operated a dairy near Webber
Lake.

“We always knew grandpa was
murdered, but we all heard a dif-
ferent story about what hap-
pened,” said June Combellack of
Placerville, one of Woodward’s
three grandchildren who attended
the dedication ceremony. Whether
Woodward argued with O’ Neill
over his treatment of Woodward’s
favorite mare, or O’Neill made
angry demands for his pay, the
relatives agreed that their grand-
father was shot in the back.

“Grandma was sitting at an
upstairs window, pregnant, and
She saw the whole thing. That I
remember,”’ said Combellack.

The story of the murder was
also passed on to Arlene Thomas
of Sacramento, granddaughter of
the sheriff who issued black-bor-
dered invitations to O’Neill’s offi-
cial execution.

““My mother had quite a few
Stories about the wild days in
Downieville,”’ Thomas Said.

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ad Downieville, Calif., Nov. 27, 1885.

= ‘ Tea a ¥ tener ETCH) CONDOR RepD UN TERE spe

Sierra County gallows
is California’s newest
historic landmark

By Jane Braxton Little/Gazette-Journal

DOWNIEVILLE, Calif. — Behind the Sierra County
Courthouse, a skeleton of sienna planks juts 15 feet out
of the dank hillside into an overhang of cedar and
maple branches.

This is the Sierra County gallows — once the site of
hangings, today California’s newest historic land-
mark.

“Good or bad, the gallows are part of our local heri-
tage,”’ said Sierra County Sheriff Lee Adams.

A self-confessed history nut, Adams became the
gallows’ guardian angel three years ago when he was
county undersheriff. His efforts to restore the struc-
ture culminated recently in a ceremony dedicating
California’s only original gallows as a Registered His-
toric Landmark.

Attending along with history buffs, state and local
politicians, and red-shirted members of E Clampus
Vitus were relatives of the victim of convicted mur-
derer James O’Neill, the only person to hang from the
wooden structure, and relatives of the sheriff who
conducted O’Neill’s execution on Nov. 21, 1885.

Although Adams had frequently walked past the
dilapidating wood frame, it was an anonymous $20
donation and the gallows’ 100-year anniversary in 1985
that focused his attention on the eerie structure. Its 13
steps were broken, its upright timbers rotten, and its
hanging platform a downright hazard. .

“Nobody did anything at all when the gallows
turned 100 years old. And then I heard that somebody
had anonymously donated $20 for fresh paint. That’s

when I started to think about fixing up the gallows,”’
Adams said.

He soon realized that paint was the least of the gal-

lows’ needs, and in 1986 applied for funding from the

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230 PACIFIC REPORTER, 2d SERIES

the Code of Civil Procedure. In People
v. Willison, 1932, 122 Cal.App. 760, at pages
762-and 763, 10 P.2d 766, at page 767, it
was rightly said, with reference to the
power to be exercised pursuant to section
434 of the constitution, that “It was not
intended’ that the Court of Appeal or the
Supreme Court should be permitted to make
findings of fact and thereby change ver-
dicts rendered in jury trials.” See also
People v. Myers, 122 Cal.App. 675, 10 P.2d
498.

Section 1181(6) of the Penal Code was
amended in 1927 to authorize on appeal the
reduction im the degree of the crime.
There was and is no constitutional in-
hibition foreclosing the legislature from
conferring that power. This court recog-
nized that fact and first exercised the power
in People v. Kelley, 1929, 208 Cal. 387, 281
P, 609. There is a vast difference between
a change in the degree of the crime under
the law and the evidence and a change in
the punishment. The former involves the
application of the law to the facts and is
the function of the court. The latter is a
matter of executive clemency, a power ex-
ercisable exclusively by the Governor un-
der the constitution and without restraint
so far as the law and the facts are con-
cerned, except, as stated, in the case of a
recidivist.

It is conceded by the majority that if
there is no error in the record the court,
under the authorities, may not reduce the
punishment and thus commute the sentence
from death to life imprisonment. When
there is error it is a function of the court
to determine whether that error, in view
of the entire record, has resulted in a mis-
carriage of justice and is therefore pre-

lt. Section 434: “In all cases where trial
by jury is not a matter of right or where
trial by jury has been waived, the legis-
lature may grant to any court of appel-
late jurisdiction the power, in its disere-
tion, to make findings of fact contrary to,
or in addition to, those made by the trial
court. The legislature may provide that
such findings may be based on the evi-
dence adduced before the trial court, ei-
ther with or without the taking of addi-
tional evidence by the court of appellate
jurisdiction. The legislature may also

judicial. If prejudicial error does not ap-
pear the judgment should be affirmed. If
prejudicial error. is determined to be pres-_
ent, it is the function and duty of the court
to reverse the judgment or, in a proper Case,
to reduce the degree. There is no power in
the Chief Executive to reduce the degree.
It is his function to commute the sentence
from death to life imprisonment or to some
lesser period of confinement or to execute
a pardon pursuant to the constitutional
section. The punishment is fixed in the
first instance by the jury under proper in-
structions as to the law or by the court
where a jury has been waived. Any change
in the punishment thereafter either by
commutation from death to life imprison-
ment or to a shorter period, is just as much
the exclusive constitutional function of the
Chief Executive as the granting of a
pardon, and I assume that no one would
even intimate that by an amendment of the
code the legislature could transfer the
pardoning power from the Governor to the
Supreme Court.

SCHAUER, Justice (concurring and dis-
senting).
I concur in the judgment.

I do not agree with any implications in
the majority opinion that within constitu-
tional limitations the Legislature cannot,
or that it has not, empowered this court to
reduce punishment “in the interest of jus-
tice” in any case in which it may appear
necessary or proper so to do.

The source of the legislative power 15
section 434 of article VI of the California
Constitution! The pertinent act of the
Legislature is section 1260 of the Penal
Code.”

grant to any court of appellate jurisdic-
tion the power, in its discretion, for the
purpose of making such findings or for
any other purpose in the interest of jus-
tice, to take additional evidence of or
concerning facts occurring at any time
prior to the decision of the appeal, and to
give or direct the entry of any judgment
or order and to make such further or
other orders as the case may require.”

Section 1260: “The court may reverse,
affirm, or modify a judgment or order ap-


A Stitch In
Time

NO MEDALS FOR THE FOOL-
HARDY—They may say it in different
ways, but all police are agreed on the
recommended procedure for citizens who
are held up. Number one is not to re-

sist. Number two is to remember every
single thing about your stick-up man,
from the sound of his voice, to the
make of his gun, to the color of his shoes.
That way, you may even get your money
back.

CHECK FOR RUBBER—Nice guys
may not always finish last, but they do
often-finish out of the money—especial-
ly if they’re ready to cash someone’s
check at the drop of a “Please.” No one
has yet been able to improve on the
succinct advice of bankers: know your
endorser.

THIEF’S HIT PARADE—According
to a survey by insurance underwriters,
your possessions most apt to be stolen—
after money, of course—rank as follows:
cars; jewelry, watches, cameras. And
therein lies a clue. Keep a detailed de-
scription of these items—serial numbers,
receipts, identifying marks—and help
the police help you.

CHARITY CHISELERS—There are
so many good causes vying for your
charity dollars that every penny you give
to swindlers and con artists—and there
are many—is a double loss. No matter

how respectable the solicitor who comes
to your door may look, make him show
credentials before you shell out—or let
him in the house.

DRIVE YOURSELF .TO DISAS-
TER—The plain good sense of locking
your car no matter where and for how
short a time you leave it far outweighs
the small effort it takes. In these days
when almost as many women as men
drive, it’s no trick for someone to slip
into the lady’s car while she’s shopping.
Hiding in the back, the rapist is really in
the driver’s seat when the lady returns.
With a knife or club at her head, he
forces her to head for an out-of-the-way
spot where she’s at his mercy.

‘harhor there on January 24, Burns? skull had~

been fractured. He matched Nash’s description
of the’ victfm' he’ said’ he’d killed ‘a year ago.

Records showed Nash had been arrested on
a minor charge a few days before Burns’ body
was discovered. Oakland officers saw fresh
bloodstains in his-car’and turned the vehicle:
over to the lab. a :

A mistake, was made; two blood speciniens
confused. a! : " 7

The report that came back. on Stephen

Nash’s car read: “Blood came from an animal
other than human.”

Nash went free on this terrible one-in-a-
million error. °

Now police were backtracking the whole
year to find out how many men and boys died
after this fluke.

Visalia police asked to question him about
a 1985 stabbing in their city. Paul Check, a

‘local cook, was found slashed to death in his
‘hotel room, under circumstances similar to the

Berg killing. '

When they asked Nash about it, he shook
his head. He didn’t remember killing that man
... he didn’t think he’d ever been in Visalia.

‘Sacramento police wanted to question Nash
about the unsolved stabbing to death of an 11-
year-old boy in a darkened movie theater.

Auburn, Me., police asked Califotnia offi-
cers to question Nash about the unsolved mur-
der of a 12-year-old boy there three years
back in 1954.

Nash denied these two murders, and refused
to change his story.

“Did you kill just anybody who came
along?” detectives asked him. “Or did they
have to be enemies?”

‘ “Qh, no. They had to be a special type,

. the right type of person. I can’t tell you how

I know. I just knew when I met them. I
had a certain feeling, and I knew: I had to
kill them.” ee ge
“Was that why you stabbed the little boy
so many times?”
“No. That was because he was crying. I
did it to shut him up. ; :
‘ “That was natural. Wouldn’t you do the
same thing?”

E said he’d lived with a young man in San
Francisco and told him of some of the
murders. )

But the young man wasn’t afraid. And Nash
never felt this lucky fellow. was the type he
had to kill. Reporters crowded into police
headquarters to see the mass-murderer, who
smiled toothlessly.

“J won’t pose for pictures,” he said. “What
magazine is going'to pay me for all this? And
when? I’ll give my whole story and pictures
to anyone for $1000. Not only this one, but
others. That’s my price, a $1000 a head.”

Someone asked him what he’d do with
money now.

“Crime does pay,” he smirked. “I could
have sold the stories of these killings to a de-
tective magazine for a lot of money. I know
now I’ll never be able to use it. But I want
the satisfaction of tearing it up and flushing

_ it down the toilet.”

He began bragging about a murder he
hadn’t mentioned before:
“He was a prominent San Francisco citi-

zen. .I hitched a ride with him. I killed him |

in his car and pushed the automobile into™
the ocean. : '

“T']] tell you more about that one for $1000
too,:.;.;.” ;

San Francisco police hurriedly checked their

files. They could find no such murder of a

‘prominent citizen. But a couple read the

story in the papers, and wondered if this vic-
tim could have been their son. He was Robert
Eche, 22, who had vanished about August
18. The parents said they might be willing
to produce the $1000 Nash demanded for
more details of the murder of the missing
young man. . .

They didn’t have to spend the money. Po-
lice already’ were working on Nash, drawing
out, bit by bit, more information about this
“secret” killing. he

These hints came out.
The victim was a college graduate, 22 years
old. y

* He was employed at $62 a week by a large

corporation.
Nash said, “I got so mad when I thought
of a smart fellow like that working for such

_a measly wage that I knew I had to kill

him.”

He said the car was a '53 Chevrolet in good
condition. ;

Young Robert Eche drove a clean ’53 Chev-
rolet.

He was employed by a large utility company.
He was 22, and a college graduate.

An aunt of Robert Eche gave police a college
graduation picture of the missing man. They

. showed it to Nash.

“Yeah,” Nash told police. “That looks like
the kid. What’s his name? I seem to have for-
gotten... .”.

Sergeant Courtney McClendon shook his
head. He wanted Nash to say the name be-
cause it would help incriminate the killer if he
ever tried to retract his confession. McClendon
gave him a hint. “Initials are R.E., Nash. Re-
member? R.E. .. .” :

Nash blinked, remembering. “Oh, yeah.
Robert Eche. I met him at the Oakland ferry
terminal, and we struck up a conversation. We
got in ‘his car and talked. He told me he made
$62 a week, and this made me so mad I decid-
ed to kill him. I stabbed him in the throat and
chest seven or eight times. I took his wrist
watch and wallet, drove around for several
hours, and then ran his car into the bay on the
Oakland side.

“The top of the car was still above water,
so I ‘thought it would surely be discovered
right away.” :

Eche’s parents ‘said Robert left home the

~ night of August 19 to go to the movies with a

friend. He never returned, and his body was
never found. On August 30, they got an en-
velope in the mail.

It contained their son’s draft papers, gas
credit card, and other personal papers he had
carried in his wallet.

Nash said he wore Eche’s watch two or
three weeks before he bashed it against a wall
in a fit of rage.

Eche’s parents were anxious to find their
son’ss body. Young Robert’s mother, seriously
ill, could not be certain if the victim Nash de-
scribed was really her son.

An uncle of the missing man said he might
be willing to pay the $1000 Nash wanted, if
Nash would point out the place where he
pushed the car in the bay.

But other family members discouraged. him,
insisting that they should not have to pay a
killer anything. .

Nash, frustrated in his money demands, of-
fered newsmen the exclusive story of his kill-
ings. This time, his asking price was ten dol-
lars, but~he still had no takers. Finally, he told
police he’d point out the place where he’d

sid /

dumped Eche’s
land. He said he
geles police refu
side their juris«
free through a
other county. bh
of the Oakland

Nash said he
on a map.

At this writir
still missing, bu
Guard for dra;
spot where a
road into the w

Meanwhile, i)

urder investi
where the little

N Decembe:

Monica Be
the blood-dren:
enacted the mt
contemptuously
identified him.

Nash refused
any of his fami
an air force d:
as the Bronx, >

He showed
Larry Rice, w!
mournfully be
front porch of

“No one can
has plunged a
was at least 1C
whom died, an
of ten victims
Eight of the
bodies have nc
on all but thre

Police still a
trying to check
ments.

In most kill
ness, or some
the fictional
found a_ pers
monster of (
nothing, did n

On Decemb
Attorney’s off
against Steph¢
slaying of La)
Berg.

That same
Vincent Flahe

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something go:
haps she mig
wasn’t really

“IT went t
mental theray

“ ‘Obvious!
... Some d
and convince
be straightene

we. The
offers every :
this kind of
turn them ba
posedly curec

“There wil
is always so,
Nashes -roam
be more kind
of people so
never reconci
old fact that
formed.”

{ no such murder of.a
jut a couple read the
id wondered if this vic-
neir son. He was Robert
vanished about August
they might be willing
O Nash demanded for
murder of the missing

spend the money. Po-
king on Nash, drawing
information about this

ut.
ollege graduate, 22 years

t $62 a week by a large

0 mad when I thought
> that working for such
I knew I had to kill

a ’53 Chevrolet in good
drove a clean ’53 Chev-

a large utility company.
lege graduate.

iche gave police a college
the missing man.: They

police. “That looks like
me? I seem to have for-

McClendon shook his
sh to say the name be-
criminate the killer if he
is confession. McClendon
tials are R.E., Nash. Re-

nembering. “Oh, yeah.
im at the Oakland ferry
*k up a conversation. We
<ed. He told me he made
nade me so mad I decid-
ed him in the throat and
times. I took his wrist
rove around for several
is car into the bay on the

ir_ was still above water,
ild surely be discovered

1 Robert left home the
go to the movies with a
ined, and his body was
cust 30, they got an en-

son’s draft papers, gas
r personal papers he had

e Eche’s watch two or
: bashed it against a wall

re anxious to find their
.obert’s mother, seriously
in if the victim Nash de-
son.

issing man said he might
2 $1000 Nash wanted, if
nut the place where he
> bay.

1embers discouraged. him,
1ould not have to pay a

his money demands, of-
xclusive story of his kill-
isking price was ten dol-
1o takers. Finally, he told
it the place where he’d

dumped Eche’s car, if they’d fly him to Oak-
land. He said he wanted a plane ride. Los An-
geles police refused him any kind of ride out-
side their jurisdiction for fear he might get
free through a writ of habeas corpus in an-
other county. Instead, they offered him maps
of the Oakland bay.

Nash said he couldn’t possibly find the: place
on a map. :

At this writing, the body of Robert Eche is
still missing, but police have asked the Coast
Guard for dragging equipment to try every |
spot where a car could have gone from the
road into the water. i

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, the Larry. Rice

urder investigation moved to the beach
where the little boy died.

N December 1, police took Nash to Santa

Monica Beach. He stood grinning down. at
the blood-drenched circle of sand as he re-
enacted the murder of the child. He smiled
contemptuously as concession stand attendants
identified him.

Nash refused ‘to give officers the names of
any of his family, but police discovered he was
an air force deserter whose home was listed
as the Bronx, New York. °

He showed no remorse for the murder of
Larry Rice, whose dog, Red, waited, whining
mournfully beside the boy’s bicycle on the
front porch of the Rice home.

‘No one can be sure how many times Nash
has plunged a knife into a human body. It
was at least 100 times on five victims, four of
whom died, and possibly 300 times on a total

_ of ten victims he is:suspected of murdering.

‘Eight of the ten are believed dead. Three
bodies have not been found. He used a knife
on all but three of the victims.

Police still are investigating, hunting bodies,
trying to check out this mass murderer’s state-
ments. :

In most killers, there is a streak of gentle-
ness, or some sympathetic quality. Even in
the fictional Frankenstein monster, readers
found a person they could pity. But this
monster of California, Stephen Nash, said
nothing, did nothing to arouse sympathy.

On December 3, police asked the District
Attorney’s office to issue a murder complaint
against Stephen Nash, charging him with the
slaying of Larry Rice and also John William
Berg.

That same day, the Los. Angeles Examiner’s
Vincent Flaherty wrote in his column:

“. , A nice old lady probably would find
something good about his evil face, and per-
haps she might even pity him, and say he
wasn’t really to blame... .

“I went to see one of America’s, leading
mental therapy specialists yesterday. ... —

“‘Obviously, this man is insane,’ he said
. . . ‘Some doctors still believe in fairy tales
and convince themselves fellows like Nash can:
be straightened out and cured in time’. ..

“«.. The history of many of these cases
offers every sound argument against releasing
this kind of people. Yet, our institutions
turn them back in the streets every day—sup-
posedly cured.’ :

“There will be more Larry Rices, and. that
is always so, and there will be more Stephen
Nashes-roaming the streets. And there will
be more kind-hearted parole boards, composed
of people so fine, yet so foolish, they can
never reconcile themselves with the centuries-
old fact that some criminals never can be re-
formed.” ;

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65


do you?” he asked Nelder.
‘'y gas people for things like

returned to San Francisco,
custody. of Saginaw police.
, the San Francisco grand
ley for murder, and extra-
were started.

nan named by Dailey as his”

to be a robber and ex-con-
s hunted for a Los Angeles
‘ed a warrant for his arrest
urder, and “wanted” bulle-
2d across the United States.
t a separate warrant, asking
r unlawful flight to avoid
irder,

Storey is still at large and
‘alifornia and Michigan are
malities necessary to extra-
Francisco for trial.

> did not even have the
of knowing that police had
id’s murder. She died in

daughter, Dolores, now 24,
see Dailey.

) meet the man,” she said
ould like to ask him why
er always used to ask that.
t for her—and for myself,
tening hoped so, too.

the table. Death was very
ed in its presence. Some-
< strained voice. A scalpel

cr made the incision over
1 hand found its way deep
No one spoke while the
s flexed and relaxed, flexed
ing the small dying heart.
tion. The hearf was beat-
was alive and the doctors
distance between life and
‘dge and Larry Rice may
ven during those seconds
ed. :
', because the boy did not
At 6 o'clock, three and
e was found on the sand,
‘ime. And they could not
n.
y G. Rice, was searching
om his job at the air-
was surprised that Larry
called friends and neigh-
he left a note, in case the
1ome, and then began a

shborhood. At 6:30, he °

1 who was patroling his
ice home.
cht father reported Larry
icer suggested he inquire
‘a Juvenile Bureau. The
d about the unidentified
d on the Santa Monica
want to alarm the fa-

to Santa Monica, but he
‘ was dead. When they
ify the body, Henry Rice
Why, God? Why?”

BPE fe

os
~

When he was able to talk, he said, “I realize
that men who do such things are mental cases
and are put in a hospital untitthought cured,
then let out in a few years. If they ever
catch this guy they had better never let him
out ...If they do I'll spend the rest of my
life in jail .. . I’ get him somehow.”

Police-roped off part of the beach area, and

moved in portable lighting equipment in their ~

search for clues. The broken ceramic elephant
led them to the baseball concession operator.
She described the tall man she’d seen with the
little boy. Detectives also located Robert
Green and the other teenager who had seen
the boy with the man., All three descriptions
matched.

Over six feet tall. Thin. Dark bushy hair

and brows. Few, if any, teeth. Between 37-

and 40 years old. Large lantern chin and jaw.
Wearing charcoal suit) with fine silver or gold
threads in the material. Suit much too small
for him. White shirt.

The 16-year-old boy told police this was
the same man who’d approached him two

weeks before, but he didn’t know the man’s :

name or address.

Police sifted sand for clues. A veteran de-
tective said, “This is the most fiendish sex
crime in the history of Santa Monica.” $

All known sex deviates and habitues of
“Muscle-Beach” were picked up for routine
questioning. Detective Captain Robert Gug.
genmos said, “We're reaching for straws.”

While police worked, Henry Rice went to
Oxnard, where Larry’s brother, eight-year-old
Randy, had been staying with grandparents
since Mrs. Rice died. ,

On Skid Row, a Los Angeles detective
found the man he’d been seeking in the Third
Street Tunnel assault case. At almost the

\same minute that Larry Rice died, the officer
was approaching the suspect.

“Are you Vincent A. Farrell?”

The man nodded and the officer made the
arrest. Dennis Butler had almost died from
the tunnel stabbing, so the officer was careful
in searching his suspect for a knife. “He tound
a tiny leather scabbard buckled on Farrell’s
wrist. With the scabbard and its weapon in
his pocket, the officer took the suspect to
headquarters for booking.

The knife would have to go to the lab for
a routine check. The detective took it from
the scabbard and blinked. The blade was
covered with blood. Bits of flesh still clung
-to it. And stuck in the crusting blood was a
single short, blond hair. The knife was rushed
to the lab.

A few minutes later, officers in Santa Mon-
ica relayed their compiled description of the
suspect in the Larry Rice murder. It came

into downtown Los Angeles by radio, apd De-—

tective Lieutenant Larry Scarborough went
directly on hearing the radio report to the
room where the tunnel knifing suspect _ was
being questioned.

Farrell, as the officers knew him then, stared
at the detective and grinned toothlessly. His
dark hair was matted and uncombed. His
hands, as big as a giant basketball player’s,
twisted together, exposing the bony wrists that
stuck out of ‘the sleeves of his charcoal suit.
The suit, much too small, contained a metallic
thread such as described in the Santa Monica
report.

All day, officers had pounded the Skid Row
sidewalks looking for him. Was it possible
that they’d failed to find him because he was
on Santa Monica Beach murdering an inno-
cent little boy ?° 3

eg e

Detective Chief Thad Brown and Police
Captain Bob Lobrman got the report on the
knife. The blood and flesh and blond hair
could be Larry Rice’s. This probably was the
murder weapon. A. lab test of the suspect’s
hands showed that stains on them were caused
by blood. . ,

They took the suspect to Santa Monica, and ‘
put. him in.a lineup. The teenager and the

young man who’d seen Larry Rice and his
companion on the beach easily picked ‘the
man called Farrell from the lineup. -

- Captain Guggenmos began talking to the
suspect, planning to confront him with the
evidence after several hours and perhaps work
him into a confession.

‘THE tall man: immediately waved aside the
preliminaries. ;

“T killed him.

“I’m Stephen Nash of Sacramento. I'll tell
you everything you want to know... .

“I met him near the ‘ocean pier and we
walked down to Santa Monica. We just
walked under the pier. We went to the
amusement zone. The boy played some games
there and won a little elephant. I was proud
of him. He threw left handed, and he was
really good. : :

““We just walked under the pier. I shoved
his face in the sand so he wouldn’t scream. I
turned him over and stabbed him in the back
a lot of times.”

“Why?” :

“I kind of liked the kid . . . and he liked
me:\I was glad when he won a prize at a
games stand. Then, when we were under the

pier and he was crawling over that big pipe, ~

I just knew I had to kill him.”

Psychologists theorized that the child’s at-
temptxto scramble over the storm drain pipe
was sexually suggestive to the pervert who
got his sex thrills from plunging a knife into a
struggling human body.

' Officers-looked up the police record on 33-
year-old Nash, He’d served two terms in San
Quentin. He was a known sex pervert. He
was sent to San Quentin in June, 1948, on a
grand theft conviction and. had been in and
out of various prisons since then. Late in
1955, he got a six-month sentence in Alameda
County Jail. for assault, after he brutally beat

Daniel Higgins near Hayward, Cal.~ He'd’

used a lead pipe and had almost killed his

victim. He was ‘released most recently from

prison in March, 1955. : ca
Los Angeles police then got their turn with

Nash, alias Vincent Farrell, alias Richard Gil-.

bert, alias Fred Roberts. They asked him

‘about the Third Street Tunnel stabbing of

Dennis Butler. Nash readily admitted the
knifing, and gave police all the details on the
near-killing that had preceded Larry Rice’s
murder by two weeks. :

Long Beach police asked-for, and got, their
turn with the confessed killer. They ques-

tioned him about the penthouse murder of the.

hair stylist student, John William Berg. Nash
eagerly admitted that he’d stabbed Berg to
death only 40 hours before he killed’ the little
boy.

“I only went to his place because I wanted
to sleep in a bed and needed a meal. I was

_ broke.”

According to the 16-year-old who recog-
nized him on the beach shortly before little
Larry was attacked, Nash had flashed $140

two weeks earlier when he tried’to proposition

the teenager into a “partnership.”
Nash said he made his living with occa-

sional purse-snatchings, or rolling drunks, or
by taking up with homosexuals.

“I told Berg I had killed a couple of guys,
but he didn’t seem to mind,” Nash went on,
recalling his night in the hairdressing stu-
dent’s apartment. “Then he wouldn’t let me
sleep . . . kept making noise . . . we had an
argument ... so I killed him.”

After stabbing Berg seven times, Nash stole
the expensive charcoal suit from his victim’s
closet.

““Who were you talking about when you
told Berg you’d killed two guys?” an officer
asked. -*

Nash smiled. “I meant the others. The one
in the Sacramento hobo jungle. I put him in
the Sacramento River. And the other one I
threw over the cliff near Oakland.

, “I used to kill with lead pipes. Those kill-
ings weren’t cheap. Pipe lengths cost me-50
cents to $1.30. That’s why I got the knife.
You could use it again.-I was going to Arizona
to get me a gun, so I could kill more people.”
~ While the killer slept in his cell that night,
only hours after little Larry Rice died, police
checked their records and notified neighbor-

' ing cities to check on Nash’s list of killings.

Nash had complicated the job with his failure
to remember names of strangers he’d killed.

After a night of sound sleep, Nash was re-
freshed and ready to answer more questions.
He had thought of a reason for the killings,
and he insisted on telling it to everyone, as if
he was very proud of it and had to boast.

“T killed to repay society for some of the
pushing around_I got when I was a kid. I
had to live in fear all the time I was growing
up, being pushed around from school to
school. I slept well last night for the first
time in a long time. I was sorry it had to be
a little boy, but I had to get even.

“I think I’m even with society now. I hope
all of you are happy now. I know _I am.”

Meanwhile, Larry’s father returned home
to Venice and found his house burglar-
ized. He reported that even the note he’d
written for Larry when he left to look for
the lad, had been scooped up by the thieves
who ransacked his house. ;

Santa Monica officials, alarmed at the kill-
ing, began consideration of an ordinance that
would require piers and beach areas under
overhanging structures to be fenced off.

Police Chief Otto Faulkner said he was con-
tinuing a drive against sex deviates in his
area. He said 200 had been arrested over a
two-year period and the percentage of con-
victions had been high.

“We have them on the run,” he added.
“There is no place for them in the entire Bay
area.”

Reports came in from other California cities
on Nash’s list of confessed killings. Several tied
in with his bragging tales.

His detailed account of the hobo jungle
murder in Sacramento fitted the murder of
Floyd Leroy Barnett, whose body was found
in the Sacramento River. He’d died October
3, 1955, from 25 knife wounds.

Nash told of killing a man named James
Burns. He said he carried this man’s body in
his car trunk for two days and finally stuffed
it in a barracks bag. Burns’ body then was
tossed in the bay near Alameda Naval Air
Station, the gloating killer said, adding that
he had bludgeoned that mah to death.

California officers in surrounding towns
checked their unsolved files. On December 3,
Richmond police studied a file on a William
C. Burns whose body was found in an inner


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deaths began, as far as the police

were concerned, on the sunny
afternoon of Thursday, November 29,
1956, on the beach at Santa Monica,
California,

That afternoon two high-school boys,
Elbert Rose, seventeen, and John Mon-
son, fourteen, decided to stroll along
Muscle Beach, the strip of shore so
named because of the gymnasts who
practice there. In the course of their
walk they came to the amusement pier
and they trudged along under it for
awhile. 7

A whimpering moan reached them
when they came to a large wooden cul-

20

T& long, devious trail of many

vert used to carry street drainage out
to the ocean.

“What’s that?” John asked in a
tense voice, for the damp darkness im-
parted a weird touch -to the forest of
pilings. ;

“Sounds like a dog.”. ;

“He must be hurt; let’s see.”

The youths scrambled over the big
pipe. As they slid down the other side,
a half strangled cry rose in John’s
throat.

“Look!”

A boy lay on the wet sand with his
hands clutched to his stomach, his
fingers trying to cover a deep, long slash
wound.

Larry Rice, who went to the beach that day; the beach he visited,

above, and in the dark suit without a tie, the man he met there

Santa Monica, Long Beach, Sacramento,
San Francisco—Where Would the Long
Trail of Death End After Police Picked
It Up Under the Pier of Muscle Beach?

“I’m going to be sick,” John
whispered, clamping a hand to his
mouth.

“You can’t! We've got to get help!”

The boys ran out shouting and at-
tracted the attention of Lifeguard War-
ren Rigby in his beach tower. Rigby
attempted to staunch the flow of blood
from the gaping wound and sent the
boys to summon the police.and an am-
bulance. : .

When officers and the ambulance
arrived simultaneously from Santa
Monica the boy, who appeared to be
about ten years old, was still alive.

“But it will be a miracle if he sur-
vives,” the doctor with the ambulance

unit declared. Body, chest, stomach
and back were covered with stab
wounds.

The doctor estimated that the attack
had taken place at least an hour before.

Detective Captain Robert Guggen-
mos and Detectives Bill Garn and Ward
Bell arrived to take charge of the in-
vestigation. -An officer went with the
ambulance to report if the boy should
be able to tell what had happened and

- to.see if anything in his clothing could

identify him.

“Get everybody back from here,”
Guggenmos shouted. A curious crowd
had gathered under the pier, attracted

by the sirens.

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one-man execution squad, there was

By the time incredulous California

investigators finished putting
together the murder tally of this

more than enough evidence to
justify the judgment that he was

EVIL BEYOND

BELIEF OBSESSED
WITH KILLING...”

by HENRY HANEY

N THEIR preachments about the mer-

cy of the Creator who offers redemp-

tion to all sinners, clergymen of all
faiths are fond of saying, “There is a little
bit of good in the very worst of us.” If that
is to be taken as a religious axiom, then the
murderer with whom this report is con-
cerned can be taken as the exception that
proves the rule. A minister who had
studied his case closely would not admit
that in so many words when interviewed
by the writer a few years ago, but with a
sorrowful shake of his head he did concede
that the criminal we were discussing was
“evil beyond belief, obsessed with kill-
ing...”

“Evil beyond belief;” the words were
well-chosen, for this man _ resembled
nothing more than the overdrawn “bad
guy” in a bad movie script written by an
amateurish writer. He became a classic
case-study of innumerable experts in the
fields of penology, criminology, sociology
and psychology, many of whom admitted
they were unable to find in him eyen one
redeeming quality. |

Indeed, the man himself reveled in the
excesses of his own evil. By his own
repeated admissions, he killed one victim
because “he was stupid;” he hacked and
mutilated a small boy “to get back at the
world.” And he found satanic satisfaction
in explaining that:

“If you like to kill like I do, you go or
killing. If you kill ten you want to kill

56

twenty, then forty, then a hundred. It’s like
being a millionaire who doesn’t wan’t. to
stop at the first million...” \

The incredible story of this man’s in-
credible career goes back a long way, but
for reasons which will become obvious itis
best begun with the incident which became
a climactic turning point in his life, in
effect, a point of no return.

The scene was a working man’s hotel at
the foot of Bunker Hill in the blighted older
section of downtown Los Angeles, a dis-
trict which then was rapidly giving way
to what used to be called slum clearance
but which currently is known more eu-
phemistically as urban renewal. The old
hotel boasted no elevator. Uncarpeted
stairs led to the rooms on the upper floors.,
A couple of ratty looking potted palms
flanked the bottom step, hard by vending
machines that dispensed cigarettes, candy
and soft drinks. Seat-sprung couches and
overstuffed chairs were scattered about the
lobby, most of them occupied by men in

laborers’ clothes. Some read newspapers or |

magazines. A couple chattered dis-
interestedly about nothing in particular.
Others just sat and stared blankly into
their defeated pasts or unpromising
futures.

It was a couple of minutes after 5 o’clock
on that Friday afternoon in November
when two men walked down the stairs,
crossed the lobby to the street door and
went outside. In appearance’ they were
much like the men sitting around the
lobby; the ‘only thing that distinguished
them was their ages. They seemed a bit
younger than most of the others, and one
was quite a lot younger than the other.

The younger one was of medium buildin

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said he pushed car containing a murder
victim into bay off Embarcadero wharf

height and weight, with medium-colored,
nondescript hair. He walked a couple of
steps ahead of his companion, a tall, rangy
man maybe 30-odd, with heavy beetling
brows and.a lantern jaw. He was hatless
and his shiny black hair was shaggy and
in need of a comb.

No more than three or four minutes
passed from the time they went out until
the lobby door suddenly burst open and the
young guy reeled into the shabby lobby,
doubled over in pain. His hands clutched
at his guts and blood ran over his fingers
before it splashed onto the worn tile floor of
the hotel lobby.

For a long moment, the surprised silence
of the lobby hangers-on hung in the musty
air, broken only when the young guy cried:

“Help! Somebody help me! He’s killing

Suspect’s story wa
car, containing bod
found by divers ar

me! He’s gone crazy
Before anyone c
anguished plea for :
jawed erstwhile com
ed man exploded thr
a fearful apparition
of him froze ever,
suspended mobility
his mouth was oper
his teeth gave him
dog. His right hand
hunting knife, on
onlookers could see
fresh blood.
Oblivious to the
the wounded man
strides and clampec
the young fellow’s
people in the lobby


was paroled in

d to Quentin as
is released in

nths later, in
was arrested in
ung guy with a

1ent to submit to
» court allowed
ple battery and
six months at
Rita Prison

n there on June

bout four anda

irderous assault
the old hotel on

ts on the subject
and dangerous
ithic, who was
equent Skid Row
ide his living by
runk-rolling.
fing in the hotel
ug shot as a true
gan’s assailant.
vhile, the young
tered at the hotel
e room and got
e was taken into
1ess. The youth,
{ishwasher in a
ild tell them little
vate. He claimed
rancisco a few
sort of threw in

mber 10th, the
shown him $400
xs and “told him
risco in a hurry.
ght plane to Los
ring to take their
gings with them.
vy concluded that
ipparently fallen
probably from

misguided hero worship. He swore he had
taken no part in the ex-con’s criminal
activities, and the officers found reaon to
believe he was telling the truth. He’d never
heard of Marty Grogan and he said he had
no idea where Nash might have fled after
the lobby stabbing.

Careful questioning of the witnesses to
that event the next morning added little to
what McClendon and Scarborough had
already learned. It was noteworthy that
each and every witness mentioned how
fearsomely evil the knifer looked. The
detectives thoroughly combed Skid Row
ginmills and other Sepeaned and they
pressured every underworld informant
they could contact, but they were unable to
get a line on Stephen Nash. On the chance
he might have returned to his northern
California haunts, they sent an alert to
police in San Francisco and Oakland.

For four days, meanwhile, Marty
Grogan hovered between life and death at
the Georgia Street Receiving Hospital, but
finally word came that surgeons believed
he had weathered his crisis and now stood
a good chance for recovery. The doctors
soon permitted McClendon and Scar-
borough to question the patient, but the
interview was disappointing. He could
give them no lead to his assailant’s possi-
ble whereabouts. He knew little about the
man.

Grogan said he’d met the big guy in-
of all places—a Los Angeles mission where
he had gone for a free meal because he was
broke. Nash struck up a conversation with
him, he said, and invited him out for a
drink. A little later, according to Grogan,
the big guy flashed a big roll of bills and
handed him a five-spot; he took the money
with the understanding that he’d pa
Nash back as soon as he got a job. Nas
then invited him to walk back to his hotel
room with him “so you'll know where to
find me when you want to pay me back.”

On the way they bought a bottle of
whisky, from which they had some drinks
when they got back to Nash’s hotel room.
“But then he started talking wild,” Grogan
said, “bragging how tough he was. I was
leery of him and decided I’d better get the
hell out of there. I thanked him, said
goodbye, and walked out of the room. Nash
followed me down the stairs and out on the
street.

“In the Third Street Tunnel, he grabbed
me. When I told him to leave me alone, he
whipped that knife out of his sleeve and
stabbed me in the belly without any war-
ning. I yelled for help and started to run,
but he kept coming after me with the
knife.”

Grogan agreed to sign a complaint and
Nash was formally charged with assault
with a deadly weapon with intent to com-
mit murder. A warrant was issued for his

arrest. Homicide Captain Robert A. Lohr-
man, discussing the cases with detectives
team, emphasized that Nash should be
sought as a killer, since it was only a quirk
of fate that the charge against him was
assault and not murder.

“And we'd better get him quick,” the
captain added, “because he’s the kind of
guy who’ll get an itch to use that knife
again.”

Sergeants Scarborough and McClen-
don agreed wholeheartedly, but catching
Nash was easier said than done. An inten-
sive search for the man in Los Angeles,
San Francisco and Oakland turned up not
even one lead to his whereabouts. Eleven
days passed, in fact, before the L.A. detec-
tives got a line on him, and then it was a
hunch which, if correct, amply bore out
Captain Lohrman’s prophecy.

(Continued on page 94)

Steve Nash, tried and convicted of two murders, boasted of committing nine others

\| of gory murders
killer flopped in
sleep like a baby


nted to where he
taining a murder
\barcadero wharf

Suspect’s story was verified when this
car, containing body of Bob Eche, was
found by divers and hauled to surface

nedium-colored,
ked a couple of

n,atall, rangy
heavy beetling
He was hatless
vas shaggy and

four minutes
went out until
rstopen and the
shabby lobby,
hands clutched
ver his fingers
vorn tile floor of

irprised silence
g in the musty
ung guy cried:

He’s killing

me! He’s gone crazy!”

Before anyone could respond to the
anguished plea for aid, the lean, lantern-
jawed erstwhile companion of the wound-
ed man exploded through the door. He was
a fearful apparition indeed, and the sight
of him froze everyone into a state of
suspended mobility. His eyes were wild,
his mouth was open and lips curled over
his teeth gave him the look of an angry
dog. His right hand held a wicked looking
hunting knife, on the blade of which
onlookers could see glistening streaks of
fresh blood.

Oblivious to the witnesses, he reached
the wounded man in a couple of long
strides and clamped his left arm around
the young fellow’s throat. Then, as the
people in the lobby looked on aghast, the

He freely admitted several murders, then suddenly demanded money for more details

big guy stabbed the wounded man again
and again with the bloody hunting knife.
He stopped only when the weight of the
collapsing man caused him to slip from his
grasp as he crumped to the floor.

Then he unleashed a string of
obscenities as he towered over his fallen
victim. In the next instant he began stom-
ping the man’s face, raising his foot again
and again, tromping on the head and torso
viciously and deliberately. Only sheer ex-

haustion forced him to stop finally. But
yet he stood there, glaring at his prostrate
victim now lying in a pool of blood. Then,
panting, he glared around at the faces of
each witness as though trying to memorize
each countenance.

At last, with what everyone present later

described as ‘“‘a crazy laugh,” he wheeled,
straight-armed his way through the lobby
door, and disappeared down the street.

The report on the stabbing was logged at
police headquarters at 5:15 p.m. The first
lawmen to arrive at the hotel were Officers
R. A. Gillet and R. W. Smith, patroling out
of Central Division. The rangy knife artist
had long since become lost in the busy
traffic around the corner on Third Street
by the time they got there.

The officers found the stabbing victim
barely conscious, but he was mumbling,
albeit incoherently. As he was lifted into
the ambulance a few moments later, he
seemed to be trying to tell them who
stabbed him. His words, repeated three
times, sounded like:

“Ash—Ash done it.”

~

WN


With a key obtained from the clerk, the
officers went to Farrell’s room on the
second floor for a look around. They found

Angeles street in 1948. He was paroled in
1953, but was soon returned to Quentin as
a parole violator. He was released in

misguided he
taken
activities

little that promised any immediate help. A March, 1955. Nine months later, in believe he wa
few items of clothing and personal articles December of that year, he was arrested in heard of Mart
indicated occupancy by two men. Some Oakland for slugging a young guy with a no idea wher
empty whisky bottles. Two glasses with lead pipe. Upon his agreement to submit to the lobby st
the dregs of some cheap rotgut booze. A lot psychiatric treatment, the court allowed Careful ques
of discarded newspapers on the floor and him to plead guilty to simple battery and that event the
bed. No personal papers, no documents, no he was sentenced to six months at what McC let
other type of identification papers that Alameda County’s Santa Rita Prison already learn:
might give them the true names of the Farm. He was released from there on June each and evs

room’s occupants.
Officers Gillet and Smith called in their

30, 1956, which was just about four and a
half months before his murderous assault

fearsomely ¢
detectives t}

report and were reinforced a few moments on young Marty Grogan in the old hotel on teal
later by several other patrol teams. Central South Hope Street. th ay could
Homicide assigned the case to Detective Prison and police reports on the subject rat 4 fae mars
Sergeants Courtney McClendon and Larry described Nash as a tough and dangerous he might ‘
Scarborough, who stopped at the Georgia man, probably psychopathic, who was California ha
Street Receiving Hospital, where the knif- known fora tendency to frequent Skid Row nelice ey
ing victim had been taken, on their way to districts. Apparently he made his living by Kor. fun
the crime scene. There hospital officials strongarm robbery and drunk-rolling on ee
told them the victim’s name was Martin Witnesses to the knifing in the hotel the Georgi Ste
Grogan, 24, according to papers found in lobby identified Nash’s mug shot as a true fj hi: il : word
his wallet, which also bore an address in picture of Marty Grogan’s assailant. he he ilar
the 300 block of South Hill Street. Grogan Earlier that night, meanwhile, the young ce _——
i was a laborer. Surgeons in the Emergency blond chap who had registered at the hotel = See
| Room gave him only a slim chance for with Nash walked into the room and got i tia
i : survival. 4 the ca i of his life sited he wagennen inp aie ti
1 - at is : They said he had been stabbed repeated- custody as a material witness. The youth, interview was
| mysterious “killing of wealthy William ly in the abdomen and stomach and was terrified, said he was a dishwasher in a give Shem vio lk
| my Bonsall (above) in luxurious home hermorrhaging badly. Emergency surgery downtown cafe, but he could tell them little ble whereabout-
| had‘ been performed and doctors said it about his homicidal roommate. He claimed man.
| would be quite some time, if ever, before the he’d met Nash in San Francisco a few _ Grogan s
! victim would be able to talk to police. weeks before and “we sort of threw in of all places
Going on to the hotel, the detecitve team together. . . he had gone f
tried to learn whether anyone had heard On the night of November 10th, the broke. Nash st
After the ambulance sped off to the Vincent A.Farrell, the assailant, called by ae pep ee a, mm ta esi a toby
hospital the two officers tried to quiet the any other name. No one had. Noting the wore # Saver © eee anc to un bear a a
| bedlam in the lobby in an effort to deter- _ middle initial “A.”, they speculated that they had to get out of P¥ieco in a ane. } dedhin
mine what happened. The hotel clerk,they his middle name might be “Ash,” the name They caught the midnight plane to Los with “Neu nd
discovered, didn’t know the victim; hesaid apparently spoken by the victim. They Angeles, not even bothering to take their Nash back ;
he'd never seen him till hecamein withthe asked the Police Identification Section to clothes or personal belongings with them. then ‘invited hit
knifer a little while before. The latter lived run acheck on the name. The check drew a The detectives eventually concluded that room with hin
at the hotel, he added. blank. the young blond guy had apparently fallen find me wher
, : “It’s probably a phony,” Sergeant Scar- under Nash’s domination, probably from
| “What’s his name?” Officer Gillet asked. borough said ,
| Pores. one oa hotel ne apleey cage . Sergeant McClendon agreed, but added,
= oie nit F ae po ot 7 “There’s plenty of stuff in the hotel room
ae Son Frapace y No streel ad- that we might get a set of prints from. Let’s she ¢
“He's been staying here four or five get the ID boys over here to do some Cops who heard him tell of gory murders ,

dusting.”
McClendon’s hunch was a good one.

were stunned, but the killer flopped in
his bunk and went to sleep like a baby

days,” the clerk said. ‘Registered on

November 11th, paid a week in advance.
No luggage, as I recall. There was another
fellow with him—a young blond kid. |
haven't seen much of either of them.”

The clerk said he had no idea what
precipitated the knife attack. All he knew
was that Farrell had come in with the
victim an hour or so before and they went
to Farrell's room, They came down a little
while ago and walked out together, “anda
couple of minutes later all hell broke
loose e

In the meantime, Officer Smith had
followed a trail of blood down Hope Street
to the Third Street Tunnel entrance at the
corner. He found witnesses who had seen
the men come running out of the tunnel,
one brandishing a knife, the other yelling
for help.

Descriptions obtained from the clerk and
the lobby-sitters indicated the knifer was a
white male American, 30 to 35 years old, 6
feet to 6 feet three inches tall, around 180 to
190 pounds, shaggy black hair, deepset
dark brown or black eyes, gaunt cheeks,
and an angular, protruding chin. He was
wearing tightfitting bleached blue jeans
and a brown chino work shirt. :

58

From the bottles and glasses found in the
room, technicians were able to lift a full set
of fingerprints which, before morning,
were matched with a set in the criminal
files and identified as those of a character
known as Stephen A. Nash, alias Vincent
A. Farrell, Vincent M. Carroll, Richard
Gilbert, Fred Roberts, Cash Roberts, anda
few other aliases.

Nash’s acquaintance with California
police, it quickly became apparent, went
back a long time. His mug shot showed
him to be a tall, rawboned, black-browed,
sinister looking man. He was 33 years old.
The shortest entry in his record was the
one about his history of gainful employ-
ment. He was originally from the Bronx,
New York City. His first arrest, in 1943,
was for desertion from the U.S. Air Corps.
Since them, he had starred on police
blotters all over California, with a long
string of arrests that included charges of
assault, robbery, auto theft, concealed
weapons, drunkenness and vagrancy.

He drew 60 days in the L.A. County jail
for assault with a deadly weapon in 1945.
He got 1 to 10 in San Quentin for grand
theft in a strongarm robbery on a Los


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of Walter Collins (above)
whom he, at one time,
confessed he killed.
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father was angry. He and I fought frequently about our
respective religious beliefs. When he heard what | was try-
ing to do with Sanford, he was enraged, and threatened me.

“You know, after we had’ removed the bodies of the
boys from the graves at the ranch, my father dug up the bodies
again and buried them once more on the ranch. I suppose he
was trying to frighten me. Well, he didn’t succeed."’

Northcott smiled in self-satisfaction as he made this state-
ment.

“TI guess maybe I'll be seeing Eddie Hickman pretty soon,”
he finished witha laugh. [He was referring to William Edward
Hickman, kidnapper and murderer of little 12-year-old
Marian Parker, in Los Angeles, in December, 1927. Ed.]

AFTER the return to the city, Deputy Sheriff Croushorn
was dispatched to San Diego at once, as Northcott had
stated that the ‘headless Mexican” had been taken from a
Catholic institution in that city. He was unable to find any
record of any boys.missing from any institution.

Sanford Clark was interviewed again, and told of the con-
fession in which the killer suspect had implicated him in the
actual shooting of the Mexican lad at the ranch.

“I did not help Stewart kill him," insisted young Clark.
“The first I knew of the killing of the Mexican was when

mother of Walter Collins,
questioning her son’s
supposed slayer, Gordon
Stewart Northcott, as
he lay in bed in jail

own story, would not be
thought a prevaricator, or
guilty of such cruelty as
to use an ax with which
to murder his little vic-
tims.

“IT wouldn't think of us-
ing an ax!”’ he declared
several times. ‘It would
be too brutal! The boys
would have suffered. I
killed them with the auto-
matic after giving them ether, so they would feel no pain.”

And then came another theatrical touch. Turning suddenly
to Redwine, Northcott shrilled:

“Stop the car and let me out, and then you can shoot me
down when I try to escape!’’ The request was ignored,
and Northcott resumed his narrative.

After the murders, he said, the bodies were buried in quick-
lime graves at the murder farm. He had no difficulty about
that, he declared. “It was just a job that had to be done.
We did it.”

N the course of his astounding story, Northcott disclosed
one phase of the background of the enmity between himself
and his father, declaring they had quarreled over their di-
vergent religious beliefs. “T was trying to train Sanford for
religious work," the self-confessed “super-killer” stated. “My

my uncle brought the head to the ranch, He told me he'd
kill me unless I agreed to admit, if it was ever found out, that
I had helped to kill him. But I didn’t!’

ORTHCOTT’S arraignment in Riverside the following

day was dramatic in the extreme. The little court-room
was packed. Scores, most of them women, were forced to
remain in the hallways, unable to wedge their way in.

The prisoner stood with his fists clenched and his knuckles
pressed against the attorneys’ table, leaning slightly forward,
as Judge Morton read the indictments which charged him
with having killed “John Doe’ on or about the first. of
February; and with having killed Lewis and Nelson Winslow
on or about May 26th. He was not to be arraigned on the
indictment that he had killed Walter Collins until his mother,
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than miss Northcott as he
chance ot amused himaelf
his con with cards while in
nh, no official jail, he raised his fa-
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I wits taken, right hand and said

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nding story there’s always a
do —- in that Joker in the game
{ when TI play!'’
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“I could not stand to see the boys killed

e her Marl without first being sure they had made
all Pkitled their peace with God. That is why I built

the altar. I thought it was good practise,
and then, too, I wanted to be sure the
little darlings would go to heaven. I am
sure they did.

“Tam not saying who killed the other four
boys at the ranch. I have taken all the
blame that is mine. If anyone else wants
to tell what they've done out there, it’s
up to them—TI think I have come through
4s well as can be expected,

ter Collins,
s Winslow,
:m Gothea,
d West, a
whose name
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ter uniden

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ea meet “EE you can get certain members of my
‘4 pine family to talk, you will hear one of the
iv hs By a weirdest tales you ever listened to. Be-
‘ Jie > lieve me, officers, that chicken ranch was a
Vitb a p :

regular butcher shop!

“T have always been a misfit. And, once
a misfit, always a misfit. And I might
say that my father is greatly responsible
for my degeneracy. I was only eleven years
old when my downfall began. What can a
fellow expect, when his father gets him off
on the wrong foot at eleven years of age?

“IT suppose you think Iam crazy for telling
little boy seemed so distressed. He cried often. It was so all this, but you fellows have never been through the mental

it the altar.
But IT did
t. Why, |

‘msay their
ray at the
hen T would
hich DT have.

three days.

'. Finally, pitiful, and T have such a sympathetic nature. The poor torture that follows deeds such as I have committed. It is
& boy in it kid went around the ranch like he was going to croak. I a relief to tell everything you know. For the past three weeks

. simply could not stand it. I have realized I must tell my story or go mad. It wasn’t
¢ Tittle one, “Then, one day, Sanford said he thought he had better kill so bad there in Canada, but when I got back near the scene
mys befare Nelson because the kid was xetting fretful. I certainly did of the crime, I knew the minute the train entered California
udev. not discourage him. I didn’t help him, either. 1 did help that it wouldn’t be long before I told all about everything.”
ling Nelson Sanford bury him. Sanford is such a weakling that I had to Throughout the recital, Northcott referred frequently to

ed the kid. carry the boy’s shoulders. Sanford trailed along, carrying his mistreatment of the boys lured to the chicken ranch.

mee the feet. Sanford is a pretty lucky kid—everyone believes His discussion of that phase of the story amounted to boasting
Eemic, thie him, and he will probably go free, of his immoral tendencies. But Northcott, according to his

33


MURDER FARM!

Was it mother-love that

made gaunt, gray-haired

Louisa Northcott so eager to defend the son she idolized
—when he was accused of the fiendish slayings of

young boys? Or—was she herself guilty of these

ghastly murders ?

HE story so far:
What was the
real truth of that
sinister farm near
Wineville, Cali -
fornia? Were small

hoys really lured to sa ARTI ad RR A ee
it, and murdered
wholesale by that Spat /Y ‘ad 7 .
strange Canadian 7 P? Ww Sree
youth, Gordon Wat Sashotcar:
Stewart Northcott? ¢

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The police first
got wind of the
jloody doings
at the farm, when
15 - year - old San-
ford Clark gasped
out his horror-tale:
“My uncle, Gordon
Stewart Northcott,
lured small boys to
his chicken ranch,
kept them prisoner,
subjected them to
criminal mistreat-
ment, and then
murdered them
withanax, Grand-
mother Northcott
helped !"'

Northcott and
“Grandmother
Northeott" fled to
Canada. The boy
was the first to be
captured and
brought back.

On the return
trip, he quickly re-
vealed himself as a
freak, a pervert of
the first order. He
talked strangely, walked like a female impersonator. ‘‘ Murder,”
he snickered, ‘seems to be my one bad habit!"

The police wanted only one thing, now, from this revolting
monster, and they wanted it quickly. Where were the poor little
bodies--where were the graves---of his victims?

“T'M show youl” he said. He led them to a spot in the desert.
‘*Now-~--dig!"" they ordered, giving him a shovel. He dug—-then
threw down the shovel.

“Take me away, take me away, and I will tell all!’ he screamed.

The story continues:

Part Two

Ie would “tell all!’ confess his crimes, drop his mask
H of innocence, if only his captors would take him
away from that accursed spot, and end his torture!

The grim-faced police officers had done their task well.

They climbed hurriedly into the car with their prisoner,
and started back to Los Angeles. If they could get the con-
fession from him en reute, so much the better. The party in
the machine included a court reporter, who could take notes.
But Gordon Stewart Northcott, whenever the note-book
came into view, refused to talk. ‘Put that note-book away!

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Corrcume Bree ,
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“Dr. W. C. Hudson” were one and the same person: Mrs. Northcott herself

Put it away, or |

By ALBERTA LIVINGSTON améhaey &

Record Bureau, Los Angeles Police Department word,”

he
screamed, So,
rather than miss
this chance of
getting his con-
fession, no official
record was taken.

And here is the
astounding story
he told —- in that
lisping falsetto
that revolted so
many of his. lis-

teners on that
oe franads antrsly trip back to the
city:

Syh de WE. /furolter,

“There is ho
use for me to go
any further before
IT tell all. J killed
Walter Collins,
Lewis Winslow,
Alvan Gothea,
Richard West, a
miner whose name
To never knew, and
five other uniden-
tified boys.

Facsimile of three mysterious telegrams sent from Kamloops Junction, British
Columbia, Sept. 15, 1928, that came into possession of Chief Conatable A. T.
Streatfield of Kamloops, who immediately notified the Calgary authorities.
Mrs. Northcott’s arrest followed, when it was found that ‘‘Margaret Gray” and ter che was a

“TRLINED Wal

fine boy. | dressed
him up in) girls’
clothes. . I was proud of him. IT took him to a lot of places,
and showed him to people. They all thought he was a girl.

“Ttaught him to say his prayers and to kneel at the altar
| killed him because he came to know too much. But t did
not torture him, | liked him too well for that, Why, I
never tortured any of those boys!

“Before I killed them, I would always make them say their
prayers the night before. To would have them pray at the
altar. In the morning | would give themether. VPhen | would
shoot them with a thirty-eight-caliber revolver which | had.

“LT kept Walter Collins’ body in the house for three days.
T just coulda’t stand the thought of burying: him. Finally,
Sanford and myself dug a grave and put the darling boy in it.
I cried, and we piled the dirt on his body.

“T killed Lewis Winslow, and Sanford killed the litthe one,
Nelson, Sanford and | both mistreated all the boys before
they were killed. Sanford is a liar if he says he didn’t.

“Sanford is so smart that | will tell about his killing Nelson
Winslow. — He did it ‘on his own,’ for he had abused the kid
And he's a liar if he says he didn't.

“TE felt sorry for Nelson Winslow. After T killed Lewie, the

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138 Trial by Ordeal

ceased in 1950. She had left O several weeks earlier. De-
pressed, O quit his job. He made numerous unsuccessful
appeals to the lady to return to him. In an effort to convince
her of the genuineness of his grief, he even took up vigil in
front of and then across the street from the store where

she was employed. Through friends, the deceased tried to .

shoo O away. Through these same friends O unavailingly
sought a reconciliation.

In childish desperation he announced that unless the de-
ceased returned to him he intended to kill her. Learning of
this, the lady was irritated rather than frightened. She
ignored her peril. What bothered O most was that no one
took him seriously. He bought a gun, perhaps to make
everyone realize the extent of his desperation. He repeated
his threats. Still no one paid any attention to him.

Five days before the homicide, while at his station across
the street from the store, O met a friend. “Be sure and watch
the newspapers for the next week or ten days,” he said.

“Oh, is that so?” asked the friend casually.

“Yes,” O said, “it is too bad, but that is just what it has
to be.”

On the morning of the homicide, O left some clothes at
a laundry and cleaning establishment. He asked the pro-
prietress to deliver the laundry to the Y.M.C.A., where he
was then living, “because I don’t think I'll be free to call
for it.”

In the early afternoon, O entered a Woolworth’s store.
He talked with the girl in charge of the candy counter and
informed her that he was going across the street to see his
wife, who had better not forget he had a gun.

O then crossed the street, walked into the store where
the deceased was employed, and waited by a counter where
she was working. He asked her and her employer to go with
him to the stockroom in the rear of the store so that they

rig

The Accidental Offender 139

| might talk quietly. There O tearfully begged his wife to

return to him. She refused. There was a scene. O sensed
he’d made a fool of himself, that he'd forfeited any chance
for a reunion. He pulled out the pistol, grew hysterical,
and shot his wife dead. He even took a potshot at the em-
ployer, who proved sufficiently fleet of foot not to be struck.

O made a beeline for the nearest police station and sur-
rendered himself and the pistol. He signed a full confession
that he had killed his wife with the gun, which he had
purchased for that purpose. In the eyes of the law, O was
guilty of premeditated murder. But he didn’t want to mur-
der. It’s amazing, when he repeatedly voiced his threat,
hoping to dramatize his grief and thereby effect a recon-
ciliation, that not one person had sense enough to report
his voiced intention to the police. His friends, his wife's
friends, the proprietress of the laundry, the clerk in Wool-
worth’s—any single one of these people could have averted
the homicide. One phone call to law enforcement was all
that was needed. O wanted to be frustrated.

You don’t legally buy a pistol with which to shoot your
wife. Law enforcement is as much concerned with crime
prevention as with its solution. Had the police been notified
O had the gun and had said he intended to use it feloniously,
they would have called on him, taken the pistol and given
him a good talking to. O would have been satisfied. He
would have had a way out of his dilemma. The wife’s life
would have been saved. But all the people mentioned were
either indifferent or were willing to set themselves up as
judge and jury. They chose to remain silent, and thereby
put the deceased in her grave as surely as O did. Yet once
the crime had been committed—the crime they had allowed
to be committed—they professed great shock and anger at
O’s deed, and came forth to give their evidence and help
put O in the gas chamber.

136 Trial by Ordeal

him calmly she was tired of being ticd down by marriage
and children. She felt she was missing too much of life.
There was a divorce. Johnnie was so well thought of that
the judge awarded him custody of both youngsters. He
buckled down to this new responsibility. His mother took
care of his young son and daughter while he worked.

A few months later he and a young woman met and fell
in love. They planned to marry. Johnnie wanted above all
to establish a home for his children. But then he suffered
two financial setbacks. A business venture failed. A loan he
had made to a friend wasn’t repaid. There were other prob-
lems. He wanted to make a trip to southern California with
his fiancée to visit some of her relatives, and for business
reasons. But he was short of cash. He went to the grocery
store of a friend, hoping to borrow: sufficient cash to make
the trip possible. The friend’s wife was present when he
arrived but left shortly thereafter.

Johnnie and the other man began to take nips from a
bottle while talking. A customer came in, left. Johnnie asked
for a loan. He told his friend why he wanted the money.
The friend said bluntly he didn’t like Johnnie’s fiancée.
Johnnie’s face reddened.

“What about the loan?”

“T don’t think I can let you have it.” f4

Johunie asked the friend to reconsider. “You know I'll pay
you back.” ?

“You. were a little slow last time.”

The friend had closed the store. He was counting the day’s
receipts at the counter. Both men took another drink.

“John, you’re making a mistake, a bad one, thinking about
marrying her.”

Johnnie disagreed. He tried to change the subject. The
friend refused. “I’m telling you for your own good. If you
weren't blind, you’d see she’s no good.”

The Accidental Offender 137

The statement started an argument. Hot words were
exchanged. The friend called Johnnie’s wife-to-be something
less than a slut. The next thing Johnnie knew he was stand-
ing witha meat cleaver—which had been lying on the
counter—in his hand. His friend lay at his feet, dying, his
skull smashed in. Johnnie was stunned. He’d killed a man!
He began to tremble uncontrollably. He felt suddenly cold.
He had to escape, not from the consequences, but from the
awful reality of the scene.

His eyes spied the money in the cigar box. He picked up
the box and fled. He got his fiancée and drove and drove.
He told her nothing. How do you tell the woman you love,
“I've just killed my friend”? How do you explain? You dont.
You run and then you stop running. Then you know what
you have to do. You turn around and head back. You give
yourself up. You admit what you've done. You throw your-
self on the mercy of the court.

Johnnie was doomed. The appellate court affirmed the
death sentence. He was waiting to die.

J. C. O's tragicomic crime of “passion” illustrates how
often the accidental offender’s homicide can be, but inex-
cusably seldom is, averted. A ponderous, phlegmatic, moon-
faced man of fifty-nine, O had never before been in trouble
with the law. He and the deceased were married in the
spring of 1947. They lived in a southern California com-
munity. It appears the marriage failed for a rather funda-
mental reason: O was unable to perform a husband’s duty.
But he expected to be mothered. This was not the lady’s idca
of wedded bliss.

An interlocutory decree of divorce was granted the de-


140 Trial by Ordeal

O, dazed and tearful, was executed. The book was closed,
the case forgotten. Two lives were lost where not one should
have been. The law journals and the execution logs of this
nation’s prisons are full of such endings.

While hardly in the grand tradition, you might title this
next case The Great Train Robbery. It, too, ended when two
men, Nick and Murph, died side by side in the gas chamber.

Murph was in his mid-thirties; he looked forty or better.
A cataract had destroyed the vision in one eye. His hair was
thinning. By no means a dangerous criminal character, he
was in fact a mild and easygoing guy. He'd been arrested
a few times for being drunk, which attested to his fondness
for the bottle. He liked to move around, see the country.
His partner, Nick, was in his twenties, a tense, thin-faced,
rootless youngster. They were migrant camp workers whose
greatest pleasure, after a hard day’s work, was to find some
warm place where they could play their guitars, sing and
drink wine.

With a third man (we'll call him Bob), they were jailed
for being intoxicated. They were released the next day, with
orders to get out of town within an hour. They hopped a
freight train and rode to Tracy, intending to continue on to
Firebaugh to pick cotton. That night they downed consider-
able wine. The following morning they drank the quart of
wine they had left, and then went to work picking tomatoes.
More wine was consumed while they worked.

Their day’s work done, they ate and then went down to
the edge of the freight yard. They jumped a freight train
going their way and found a place to ride on a flatcar
situated between two boxcars. There were a caterpillar trac-

The Accidental Offender 141

tor and a bulldozer on the car, and four other men: an
eighty-one-year-old Negro, a machinist who had been on
the train from the time it left Stockton, a one-armed Mexi-
can, and the victim of the “homicide” (who was suffering
from a heart condition that could have caused death at any
time). Before boarding the train, Nick, Murph and Bob
had purchased a half gallon of wine for the trip. After the
train pulled out of Tracy the wine was passed around and
all on board drank some of it.

The train passed F irebaugh without stopping and went
on to Los Banos. En route, the wine was exhausted. Nick,

| Murph and Bob were broke. They were tight. They were

thirsty. The ride was monotonous. One of them hit upon
the crazy idea of a “robbery.” Out came the knives carried
by all migrant camp workers. Some clothing and $7.44 in
cash was taken. This drunken lark soon led to tragedy.

At Los Banos, Nick left and made a hurried purchase of
a gallon of wine. Murph and Bob stayed and ordered the
others not to leave the train. It was after sundown and turn-
ing dark when the train pulled out of Los Banos for Fresno.
The wine was passed around. Nick, Murph and Bob drank
so much they only vaguely remembered what subsequently
took place. According to Bob, the victim called him a
“tramp robber” and a “fruit thief,” and was rewarded with
a slap and a kick on the backside. The outcome was some
further scuffling, in which Nick and Murph participated.
While not severe enough to hurt an ordinary man, the rough-
ing up, mild as it was, caused the victim’s heart condition to
be aggravated. He lapsed into unconsciousness. Knowing
nothing of his condition, the trio concluded the victim had
passed out from too much to drink.

Bob took a Bible which one of them carried and, holding
the Bible in one hand and a knife in the other, “made the
rounds having these guys swear they hadn't seen anything.”


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SANTA MONICA, CAL., DECEMBER 7, 1956

™ He was a sex monster and loose in California, He was big
and ugly, and his hands had felt the sticky warmth of human
blood. He was free to prowl the crowded sidewalks of the
cities, to brush against the children who passed him on the
streets, ” 2

Sex psychologists could warn you about these human
beasts who get their kicks out of killing. Detectives could
tell you stories about the mutilated bodies that have been
found in hobo jungles, as well as in penthouses. Normal neo-
ple, shudder and close their ears to such things, complacently
believing “It couldn’t happen to us.”

But monsters exist.

They’re often transients, drifters—hard to trace and hard
to link with their crimes. Police know that they usually mur-
der their own kind. But Lord help the innocent child who
stumbles into the path of one of these creatures.

continued on next page

FRONT PAGE
DETECTIVE

MARCH, 1957

by JERRY McCLUNG


It was warm in Los Angeles on Thurs-
day, November 29. The autumn rains:
were gone and the sun was bright in a
clear sky. School children gazed long-
ingly out of classroom windows. Adults
swarmed over the beaches.

On Skid Row, the drunks dozed on
the sun-heated, sooty sidewalks. A de-
tective picked his way among them,

looking down at their faces and rousing °

the ones he recognized. Each time, he
asked about an assault suspect he was
seeking. :

The warmth had forced him out of his
suit coat and he carried it over his
shoulder as he glanced up at a Skid Row
flophouse address. He leaned toward a
tiny, toothless old man who sat in the
doorway and showed him a police pic-
ture of the wanted man. The toothless
one grinned, spat and muttered a name.
One more lead for the officer who’d
worked more than a week trying to find
the big, ragged man who had stabbed
Dennis Butler, a wino, almost to death
in the Third Street Tunnel.

LL over. Los Angeles, detectives
worked on unsolved cases.
They had a murder in the Long Beach

area. John .William Berg, 27-year-old —

hair stylist student, had been found dead
the day before. He lay nude on the bed
of his penthouse apartment, his head al-
most severed by six knife slashes in his
neck. One knife wound was in his abdo-
men. A blonde, curly woman’s wig lay
near his head. Long Beach officers were
questioning known homosexuals.

Larry George Rice was a ten-year-old
who knew nothing about the police or
the unsolved cases that kept them busy.
Larry had problems of his own. He sat
in his classroom at Nightingale School,
staring out the window at a plane set-
tling for a landing at the nearby airport.

He could understand the plane. It was
there to be seen and understood. At the
aircraft factory, his father helped make
planes, and they were very real to him.

It was the deep blue sky beyond the
plane that puzzled Larry. He’d always
thought of heaven as being up there.
But no plane had ever flown that high,
not even in sight of heaven. Yet his
mother had gone there so quickly, so
easily, that he still had the feeling she
could come back, orhe could go to her.

People told him that she had to go. It
had been cancer. Larry was ten, and he
could understand that the cancer had
made her sick. But it had been 13 whole
days since she died, and he still couldn’t

understand the distance between earth”

and heaven.

Bob Green (left) heard a boy’s screams, thought it was child’s play. Later

helped to identify the man who disappeared under a pier with the boy.

His teacher’s. voice brought his
thoughts back to the classroom.

“Larry, did you bring the note fro
your father?”

Oh, gee. The note. He’d been in trou-
ble yesterday in class, and he was sup-
posed to tell his father about it and
bring a note from home. He pushed the
lock of corn-yellow hair out of his vivid
blue eyes. :

“Ah, no... I guess I forgot.”

The teacher frowned and hesitated.
“Well, you remember you weren’t sup-

- posed to come back to school without

it. We can’t go back on our word. I
think you should go to the office and see
the principal.”

Larry shoved himself up from his
desk. He put away his books, and am-
bled past the other children. As he went

out the door, he could hear his teacher
beginning the lesson.
In the principal’s officé, he was told

“to go straight home and get the note,

and bring it back. He got his jacket and
went outside into the warm sunlight. It
was always strange outside on a school
day. Without children, the air seemed
very silent. This was Venice, a Los An-
geles suburb on the Pacific shore, and
Nightingale School isn’t far from the
beaches. Larry turned in that direction.

Why not? His father wasn’t home.
He was at work. And Larry had a dollar
bill in the pocket of his blue jeans. His
father had given it to him for doing
some work around the house. It was a

‘beautiful day for going to the beach.

The white beach stretched like a
giant moon sliver between the blue ocean

pice
“He gave me
“I drove a wh

“| USED

and the hamle
geles, cuppin
curve. The w:
the sand and «
on their perch
lovers who s\
The sun clim!
the hot dog a
busy.

Santa Mon
north of the
amusement p
blue-eyed boy
The woman \
up at the tall:
She stared at

You don’t
like that. His
gerated by t
pensive look
wrists hung o
gled hands th
of a normal :
even reach |
cuffs flopped
at half mast.

His face
burned under


it was child’s play. Later
ler a pier with the boy.

. he could hear his teacher
> lesson. :
ncipal’s officé, he was told
t home and get the note,
rack. He got his jacket and
into the warm sunlight. It
trange outside on a school
children, the air seemed
‘his was Venice, a Los An-
on the Pacific shore, and
school isn’t far from the
y turned in that direction.
His father wasn’t home.
tk. And Larry had a dollar
“ket of his blue jeans. His
ven it to him for doing
ound the house. It was a:
for going to the beach.
beach stretched like a
ver between the blue ocean

“He gave me a |

“LT USED TO KILL WITH PIPE. BUT IT COSTS TOO MUCH.

2

ift...I got mad, cut
“I drove a while, then ran his car into

his throat. . . ,
the bay there.”

Guided by mass killer,
uncovered badly deteriorated body of ma

dredges located submerged Chevy,

n believed to be Eche.

| GOT A KNIFE"

and the hamlets that make up Los An-
geles, cupping the water inside its
curve. The warmth had lured mahy to
the sand and concessions. Lifeguards sat
on their perches and watched the nature
lovers who swam in November water.
The sun climbed to its noon peak, and
the hot dog and soft drink stands were
busy. : :

Santa Monica Beach is two miles
north of the Venice shore. On the
amusement pier there, a tow-headed,
blue-eyed boy bought a bottle of pop.
The woman who sold it to him looked
up at the tall man who was with the boy..
She stared at him strangely.

You don’t forget a man who looks
like that. His gangling body was txag-
gerated by the small size of his ex-
pensive looking charcoal suit. Bony
wrists hung out of the sleeves and dan-
gled hands that were half again the size
of a normal man’s. The suit coat didn’t
even reach his hips, and the trouser
cuffs flopped above his ankles like flags
at half mast. 2

His face was big. His dark eyes
burned under (Continued on page 62)

“I slept well last night fo

- I think I’m

now. I hope that all of you are happy. I know that I

even with society
am.” He smiled.


: “Well, you’d believe anything you heard | -
from that Storey, anyhow.” +

-It is to Nelder’s eternal credit that he took
this in. stride, not. batting an eye. :

“Maybe I would,” he said. “I want to hear
your version now, though.”

“What did Jack Storey tell you?” demanded
Dailey.

“I can’t reveal that. But I think it would
be to your advantage to tell what you know.”

Dailey hunched his shoulders in resignation.

‘f guess I might as well.”

He told in detail then how he and a pal’ »

named Jack Nawan Storey had set out on the

evening of November 22, 1947, to-make some
“easy money” by. holding up cab-drivers,
Dailey and Storey had been in the navy

together. They had been kicked out of the -
navy at ‘the same time. Dailey had’ the ,25 |

automatic that night but, he -said, he turned
it over to the more experienced Storey before
the holdup,

“We flagged this Bluebird cab downtown

in San Francisco, .and told the guy to take
us out to my place on Waller Street. Storey
and I went inside at the apartment and had

Ahe cab wait outside, while we talked it over.

“Then we came out and told the cabbie
to drive on. When we got a ways down the ©
block, still going slow, Storey shot him in the
back of the head. I don’t_know if. he meant
to slug him or what, but the gun went off.

“So See ‘climbed up oak and we soaghed oe
the guy down in front: ‘of the seat. ‘Then Storey ~ “In your state he a people for things like

put the. guy’s hat on and ‘we’ ‘cruised around »
for a long time, trying to ‘decidewhat to do.”
“Unable‘to formulate a plan, they had finally _
‘abandoned the cab where’ police found. it on .
Newcomb Avenue. They smashed the gun’ and
, threw its pieces into the Bay. ; i
“Dailey said he“and ‘Storey> parted company °
immediately: and only saw each other once
again “after the murder.‘ Dailey fled to his
home town, Saginaw. He denied any. -connec-
tion with other cab murders.) ”
“He seemed relieved after his chatessiott

* “It must have been pretty~ unpleasant hav. :
* ing this on your mind all. ‘these years,” Nelder

“suggested.

*“You’ll never know,” Dailey said with deff
feeling. “It’s been a todgh nine years. Every -
time anybody ‘put a hand “on “my “shoulder 1
shivered for fear it'\was one of you‘guys.” ’

Dailey was ‘allowed to see his wife, who was
waiting -in the corridor. ees. ite

“Well, I told ’em,” he announced.

His wife began to cry, “I’ve known about
it for a long, long time,” she’ said. > Bn

* Dailey first agreed-to return voluntarily to
= San Francisco. But after a’ night’ in jail, he _

“ changed his mind and talked.to a lawyer, who .

noted that: Michigan qoes not have a death |
penalty for murder, ‘

So he decided to Be ou extradition. “You. f

me,

~ don’t ‘blame me, he your?” he naked Nelder:
this. Ls

Nelder sad Pi ts) timed to San Francisco, | -

leaving Dailey in custody_of Saginaw police.
_ On’ November °26, the San- Francisco grand
_ jury .indicted. Dailey for murder, and extra-
dition proceedings were started.

‘ Storey, 31, the man named by Daley as his”
accomplice, proved to be a robber and ex-con-
-vict, already being hunted for a Los;Angeles

holdup.-Police issued’ a.warrant for his arrest .

on a charge of ‘Murder, and “wanted” bulle-
tins were dispatched across the United States.

The FBI put out a separate warrant, asking
‘Storey’s arrest for unlawful flight to avoid
prosecution: for murder:

At this writing, Storey ‘is still at large and
the governors of California’ and Michigan are
completing -the ~formalities necessary to extra-
vdite Dailey-to San Francisco for. trial.

“Isabelle Pinataro did not even ae the
“small satisfaction -of knowing that police had
solved “her husband’s- murder. She died in
> May, 1956. sate

Pinataro’s elder‘ daughter, Dolores, now 24,

said. she hoped to’see Dailey.
) “I would Ike to meet-the man,” she ails
thoughtfully. “T would like to ask him why
he: did it. My-mother always used to ask that.
I'd like to find out: for her—and for myself,
too.” And ‘those listening hoped so, too.

Tl Sing at $1000 F Per Head

continued from-poge 2h

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black brows that were thick and ‘angular, like’

a painted clown’s. His nose was big, long and
broad. His mouth was sunken and toothless,
but his chin and-jaws huge and lanternshaped.
His dark hair, bushy and in need of a hair-

fut, billowed around his long face.

The little boy picked up his soda pop) and

‘the-man*with his hamlike hands dangling from

the short. coat sleeves . shuffled beside him
to the next concession stand. When the boy
bought a hot dog at another stand, the wait-
ress, too, was startled by the big man tower-
ing over the child.

A concessionaire at the ‘baseball pitch stand,
watched the strange pair approach her coun-
ter. The boy paid to throw some balls at the
pyramid of bottles. The gangly man grinned
toothlessly as the child heaved the balls with
a strong, left-handed pitch and the bottles
crashed down. ‘The lady in charge gave-him
a little ceramic elephant for his prize.

At about 1 o’clock; a 16-year-old boy passed
the pair. He stopped and turned to stare after
the grotesque character in the ill-fitting suit.
He shuddered, remembering this was the weird

character who’ tried to buddy up. to him -

two weeks before. The man had said he
wanted a boy to go into partnership as a
purse-snatching team. Was he giving that
little blond kid the same line? The older boy
shrugged. Well, it was none of his business.

A few minutes later, 19-year-old Robert
Green” noticed the man and the boy. The
man went into a restroom under the pier and
the boy waited outside for him. When the
tall man came out, he called to the child, and
they began walking together along ‘the beach,
under the pier.

Green went back up on the boardwalk.

Minutes later, he thought he heard Someone. ~~

Ce
poe

- playing,

« The sun mowed an nour westward, At...
_ glistened. ©

2:30, a pair of: teenaged boys were’ walking
along’ the great six-foot’ high storm drain pipe
that “runs down to the sea.~\They ‘heard a

groan and saw a movement. on the sand ahead. °

‘They ran to the side of the little blond boy

who: lay semi-conscious on a ‘spot of blood-.:

soaked sand. One’ of his hands clutched “at

his ripped, partially disemboweled- abdomen. -

The other‘hand grasped a small ceramic ele--
phant .with one Jeg broken off.: a

‘One of the teenagers ran for the nearest
lifeguard:.and brought him back. While the
lifeguard knelt. over ‘the slashed child and
tried to stop some of ‘the bleeding, the two
boys ran.to a telephone and called police.

*An ambulance rushed’ the unconscious boy
~to the hospital,-where doctors and nurses who

didn’t, even know his name struggled to save .

his life They’ took him into surgery, where
they estimated 30° knife wounds in his body..
Eighteen were in: his, back. ° He was pale and

* small, surrounded by big doctors and big ma-

chines. Z

Wane the doctors worked, Scee bathed

the blood from -the boy’s face. Grains of |

sand were ground into his eyes and nose and
mouth, ‘as if he’d been held face. down with
one powerful | hand, while the other: plunged
the knife in over and over, and over,- Thirty’
times. One slash at a-time; The nurse washed
gently at the sand on his’ face, brushing the
‘lock (of yellow “hair back ‘from his~forehead.
The crisp hospital ‘voices began. speaking’ fast- ~

‘ er gand suddenly . ‘they’ pa felt ithe" boy's, life”

yaa Were

Doctors murmure “Everyone leaned over’

Prati fet “he ‘decided = was children opr

-

Bek 2 eer LAY 2 ;
the small form’ on. the table. Death was eer

closg, and’ they’ te in_its presence. Some-
one spoke ina quick strained voice. A scalpel

Quickly, the doctor made the incision over
the heart. A skilled hand found its way deep
into the opening., No one spoke while’ the
doctor’s arm muscles flexed and relaxed, flexed
and relaxed, massaging the small ‘dying heart.
"Response. Medication. The hearf was beat-
ing again. The boy was alive and the doctors

“kept working. The distance between life and

death is'a razor’s edge and Larry Rice may -

chave glimpsed heaven~during those seconds _
his heart was stopped.

“No one can know, because the boy did not

regain consciousness. ~At 6 o'clock, three and _>- |

a half hours after he was found on the sand,
he died the second time. And they could not
bring him back again.

His father, Henry G. Rice, was searching
for him. Home from his job at the air-
crait factory, ‘Rice was. surprised that Larry
hadn’t come in,, He called friends and neigh-
bors. -At 6 o’clock, he left a note, in case the

. boy’ should come home, -and then began a

search of the neighborhood. At ‘6:30, “he ~

stopped’ a policeman who was patroling his
beat near Rice’s Venice home.
When the distraught father reported Larry

. Was missing, -the officer suggested he inquire

at the Santa- Monica Juvenile Bureau. The
policeman had ‘heard about the unidentified
boy who was found on the Santa Monica

beach, but he fide want to alarm the - fa- -

ther. ra
Rice went noe to Santa Monica, ‘but he
was too late. Larry: was dead. When they

“took him in to identify’ the body, Henry Rice’:

© collapsed, sobbing, whys. sired? oe a

When he wa
that men who
and are put in
then let out i
catch this guy
out ... If the
life in jail...

Police-roped
moved in port
search for clue:

fe Nad thems -to- t

She described 1
little boy. I
Green and the

- the boy with |

matched.
Over six fee
and brows.: F

, and 40 years o

Wearing charc:
threads in the
for him. White
The 16-year
the same mar
weeks before,
name or addre
Police sifted
tective said, “
crime in the hi
All known
“Muscle-Beact
questioning. |]
genmos said, “
While police
Oxnard, where
Randy, had b
since Mrs. Ric
On Skid R
‘found the man
Street ‘Tunnel

“\same minute t

was approachil

“Are you Vi

The man nc
arrest. Denni:
the tunnel stal
in searching hi:
a tiny leather
- wrist. With t
his pocket, tt
headquarters f.

The knife w
a routine chec
the scabbard
covered with
sto it. And sti
single short, bl
to the lab.

A few minu
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suspect in the
into downtow:
tective Lieute
directly on hi
Yoom where |
being question

Farrell, as tt
at the detecti
dark hair wa
hands, -as big

~ twisted togeth:
__ stuck out of |

The suit, muc!
thread such as
report.

All day, offi
‘sidewalks loo}
that they’d fa
on Santa Mo:
cent little boy


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og’ ‘eoiickenlone. 4 Individual dis.

-| plays ) oF loon and outside firms, dis-{.
he ptayer 0

heedie work in the open com
petition class, articles. exhibited.

| Schools and— individ u

ie Isplay o y work
te and "Coven & wide range of ai

les, every section’ of . the: coun
is well. ‘represented. Articles ez
bited by ihe ‘various schools als
‘wide - fleld,. ‘and © ingenuity
) and. originality - “are. ‘ts |
nuch in evidence, Tidividual
plays by local business firms added
much to the general co nd oor ducks or
1@ exhibit. Of the second floor packs

tt mber, and qu
apple baits quinces
peaches form attractive section
ndian and Egyptian. corn,milo maiz
t, barley and beans - represent
crops, along: with: squashii]
turnips, © beets, carrots, |
¥ rs, tomatoes and ‘simt-
ucts in endiess me anette, :
cellent quality: Dri its, |
‘almonds, peanuts and ches
e on. display, and
devices, are “$H103

only: have. to
i branches.

ee, and how. to.best.

- ‘The. display. of potatoes
emorlog of El. “Worado’s
ama Pacific

a wate: for”
f tubers In Gpen petition
yorid, and shows: anak ean

ei of suit not
Mi h of ‘the success

On Friday ‘morn ning th
‘Parent - Teachers,
id California . Congress. 3
met in et c Hall ie
2 recie and th a.

: r, with George Weders, of the
| same. tle ‘a8. th. George Fed Drees
1] Anderson, Agricultural. teach ot].

the High School, made the address ot |
maleome,. and this was followed

violin solo by J,S.Colling. Then

| the bosiness sessions. with ‘an. te

for luncheon at which the Placerville:

| Parent-Teachers served the visitors.

The afternoon session is in Progress
4S We go to press.:


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{| Was. committ

{ [court and

id save that amount ;

At 10 o'clock a.m., Momlay.October
20th, Marquis Lafayette Newell was
sentenced ‘to pay the death: penalty
by Judge Thompson in the Superior
Court of El Dorado county. for the
murder of Mrs. Mary Reeves at Som:
jerset the 3rd of the present month.
jafter committing the crime ‘Newell

took to the 8 and remained tn
hiding for ten days. On the [3th he
ae ared at the home of W. J» Priest
louning ie blase where the murder

A complaint: charging Newell with
murder was filed in the Justice's

had on Tuegday the 14th, the prisoner
being ‘Held to the Superior Court
‘without ‘ball. Formal
followed In that court, X
jday, a-plea of gulity having ‘been en-
j tered, testimony was taken to estab-
lish the degree of the crime, and the
court. found the defendant, guilty of
murdér tn the first degree, fixing 10
o'clock Monday as the time’ for pro-
nouncing sentence.” The judgment
was that. Newell be hanged at “San
Quefitin prison January 2, 1920; *

ahd on Fri.

+ MARQUIS LAFAYETTE NEWBLL i.

‘Marquis Lafayette Newell was born
at G6ld Hill in: this copnty in. 1883.
and has tived practically all his life
in El Dorado county. In 1912 he was
examined as to his ‘sanity, and com.
mitted to the asylum at” apa in the
spring of that year, During the sum.
mer he escaped: trom that inatitution,
and spent a week in the ¢icinityot.
Pleasant Valley, when. he was- cap:
tured and returned-to Napa. Newell
escaped ayain in the latter part: of
November, ‘and it is belleved mur:

and gave himself up-|
reliminary hearing was|{

arraignment | Co

Fair a Marked Success

The third annual fair under the
auspices of the associated farm cen.
ters, breeders of stock and ultry
and the various schools of El rado
county, opened Thuraday evening of
this week in Placerville.” The Roliert
building on Main street housed the
Principal attractions, Ancluding hor-
ticultural, avricuitoral and miscella.,
neous exhibits, poultry, rabbits, school
exhibits, fancy work, various tefresh-
ment booths, eic. The Hye stock
pexhtbit-was~at the. Center Street
Stables, less than a block away. In
the exhibit ey tedin nde ss arranged
n artistic manner, ths in charge
of the Forest Service, County Hor.
ticultural Commission. Chamber of

mmerce,- ed Cross, Farm Bureau
a number of ice cream, candy and
“thot dog’ concessions, individual dis-
plays by local and outside firms, dis-
plays of needle work in.the open com-
petition class, articles exhfbited by
schools and individual scholars jars
of fruit, jellies, jams and pickles.

The display of fancy work is elabo
rate and covers a wide range of ar-
ticles; every section of the county
being well: represented. _Atticles ex-
hibited by the various schools also
cover a wide field, and ingenuity,
cleverness and originality. are~ voy
much in evidence. Individual dis-
plays By local business firms added
much” to the general completeness of
the éxlilbit? On the second floor ducka
chickens, turkeys, rabbits and igs
are shown in number and quality,

/

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Ih BOYS’ HEAVY SCHUOL
the thing for rough wear, and at
appeal to you. They're what your

‘Other ‘New Fall Goods

_ Come’in and examine the new Fl:

* duroy Pants, Etc, Mackinaw Coat
ann other-goods at the old prices

eS

while apples, * pears. quttinces and
eaches form an: attractive Bection.
f ndlan and Eyyptian corn, milo matee
wheat, barley and
the field crops, along with squash.
pumpkins, turnips, beets, carrots,
Cabbage, peppers, tomatoes and siml-
iat-taren'prodners in- endless quantity
and excellent quality. Dried fruits,
walnuts, almonds, peanuts and chest-
nuts are on display, -and
datrying devices are shown. Peas ety
~The horticujtural department dls-
playa a large assortment of. stuffed
rodents and destructive animals that
are foung in the foothills of Califor
nia, and which the farmers and fruit
growers of El Dorado county have to
contend with: Leaves and branches
of frult.trees were shown which had

petent instructor was on tand ,to ex-
plain how to detect the setting in of

combat it. The eae of
brings back memories of El Dorago’s
tato exhibit at the Papama Pacitic)
xposition, when this “county ‘cap
(display of tubers In open competition
with the world, and shows what can

dered-a Portugese Kirl about six miles

beans represent P

been attacked by disease, and » com-|

disease upon a tree, and how to best]. _
Olatoes |.

be done in this line if our farmers

tured the grand award for~ the finest | ~~

various |) >

compared with other co
Though some higher t
good furniture for yous
oo now, more than ever, t
vestment you can make,

-

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| been sent out... The various districts
{are making big.
‘}lem of room is
Nine concessions have ‘been sold to. i

‘| consist of Durocs, fat eats by faa
-{ sheep. and a special exh
‘| goats. A feature of the Fair will be

Fe

5 made
Agriculture Fair: enthusiasts.
feounty.

and rabbit

Great progress ‘ts deing
‘rhe
has®
‘nouncements and the entry cards have

entries and the. prob:
becoming troublesome.

date and on!

three spaces are left, |
The stock:ex

bit at the. stables” will
“An ‘oras,
milk

if

a stock. judging contest for. boys and
“ ize will be a, full. size A-shape|.
rouse built by the Farm Mechan-
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64 True Detective Mysteries

to the ranch, and I never gaid he threw it on the bodies of
the boys you say he murdered. We used that lime to purify
the chicken runs!”

Redwine excused the old man, who was immediately re-
called by his son for redirect examination.

Stewart asked his parent if in making statements to the
authorities he had been intimidated. ‘The senior Northcott
replied that he had been given a ‘‘mental third degree."’
He said:

“T was not physically intimidated, but mentally, I certainly
was. They put me in a room with half a dozen men all
firing questions at the same time. They were looking at me
like I was a wild beast! The questioning may have been done
with my consent, but under those conditions I made state-
ments I would not make under ordinary circumstances.”

EDWINE, whom testimony disclosed to have been one of
the old man’s questioners, jumped to his feet and asked
the witness to answer “yes” or ‘‘no” to the following question:

“Did we ever look at you as though you were a beast?”’

The. witness answered, ‘“‘No,”’ but added: ‘‘Your glances
were positively anything but friendly!”

At the close of his father’s testimony, Stewart Northcott
asked that the old man be released from custody as a material
witness. Judge Freeman denied the motion.

Stewart then took the witness-stand in his own behalf,
and in a sensational plea
demanded that special
guards be appointed to
protect himself and Mrs.
Northcott, his mother and
star witness. He declared
that he was being intimi-
dated by certain officers
whom he refused to name,
but he intimated that they
were Captain Bill Bright
and Tom Menzies.

The Court ordered that
he make the charges under
oath. When he had done
this, Judge Freeman
granted Northcott’s  re-
quest and ordered that
special protection be pro-
vided,

Northcott then called
the prosecutor, Deputy
District Attorney Earle
Redwine, as a defense wit-
ness. For an hour-he sub-
jected Redwine to a bar-
rage of questions. The
object of this questioning
appeared to be to make
Redwine admit that
Northcott had been given
the ‘third degree” in order
to force a confession.

The questioning was in-

Redwine answered each question very emphatically: “I
did not!"—adding, “You never talked except voluntarily.
You seemed anxious to talk. You were never questioned
at any time, except at your own solicitation!"

The prosecutor-witness caused a gale of laughter among
the court-room spectators, who had been hearing of North-
cott’s temperamental changes of action, when he was asked
about a time when Northcott was said to have offered to
plead guilty to a charge of murdering the ‘‘headless Mexican”
if his trial were set in Riverside instead of Los Angeles
County.

“You told me a few minutes before court opened that you
would plead guilty,’ said Redwine. “When you got into
court, you pleaded not guilty.”

“Did that surprise you?” asked Northcott.

“No, it didn’t surprise me,” replied Redwine, dryly.

Bailiffs rapped for order.

Court adjourned for the day with Northcott remarking:

“When I take the stand again to-morrow, you will see what
this thing is all about! I am going to start the fireworks,
and you will see where these stories of Jessie Clark and
Sanford Clark will be!’’

Northcott’s next move was to have the alleged confession
made on the trip to the desert read into the court records.

“Show me this confession in which I am supposed to have
told you all about these murders,’’ Northcott said to Deputy
District Attorney Redwine.
And it was then that Red-
wine told the unprintable
tale of the killing of the
unidentified Mexican
youth, of Walter Collins,
and of the two Pomona
boys, Lewis and Nelson
Winslow—told it in all
its horrid details, that had
never been made public.

“ple I tell you of any
more murders?"
asked Northcott, when the
story was finished.

“Yes, you said there
were others, and that we
would find all of their
hodies together out on the
desert,” Redwine replied.

“How about that brather
of mine, Richard Philip
Gordon?'' North-
cott queried.

“You said that he was
sort of a brother, and that
you came home one day
and found your father,
Cyrus Northcott, and your
mother, Mrs. Sarah Louisa
Northcott, burying the
body,” Redwine responded.

“Well, what did I do
then?” Northcott asked.

ternational in its scope.
It flitted from Canada to’

"You said you got into

Washington, to los An- Northcott, dressed in prison clothes, smiles for the news a fight with your father
geles, to Riverside, to the po gr ya He professed — for newspaper men, con- and knocked him = uncon.
hot desert beyond San sidere: em too inquisitive, and once commented: ‘‘Jf I . ,

Hacnarcti t " Wi ever start another murder farm, it will be for news- scious, and that you and
ernardino, to the ine- paper men.”’ (L. tor., seated) Atty. Savay, Northcott, your mother started to
ville chicken ranch, and and J. M. Cameron. (L. to y” atandings Atty, ds Trenaution bury the old) man alive

to the cell in the Riverside
County Jail, where North-
cott slept at night and prepared his-:amateur strategy. At
each geographical point during the trip from Canada to
Riverside, the desert and Wineville, Northcott asked
Redwine:

“Did you see me subjected to physical violence?”

and Frank Dewar

and stuck him head first
into a grave you had
dug, but that Mrs. Northcott had a change of heart and you
hauled the old man out of his improvised grave and laid him
onacot. You said he finally recovered,” was the reply.
Northcott’s mother, a somber figure in black, her face taut
with anxiety for the fate of the (Continued on page 96)


‘brought by the State in an at-

62 True Detective Mysteries

When Sellers’ direct examination was complete, Northcott
asked that he be given time to consult with his own experts
before taking up the cross-examination. Judge Freeman
granted the request.

Science dealt its first real blow to Northcott when Doctor
I, D. Nokes, a professor of dental anatomy, identified an
exhibit as the eye-tooth of a child. The tooth had been
found at the ranch, As Earle Redwine, deputy district
attorney, handed Doctor Nokes a small glass vial containing
what appeared to be a fragment of tooth, he said:

“Doctor, please state whether or not the glass jar you hold
in your hand contains a human tooth.”

“It is a human tooth,” the witness replied with decision.

“What tooth is it?"

“It is an upper right canine
tooth commonly known as an
eye-tooth. Itis an incompletely
developed tooth, of a person be-
tween the ages of ten and eleven
years.”” Doctor Nokes went on
to explain that the eye-tooth
of a child reaches its'complete
development between the ages
of twelve and thirteen years.

A bone matching, said to be
unique in murder trials, was then
enacted from the witness-stand
by Doctor J. W. Lytle, a paleon-
tologist, of the Los Angeles
Museum, one of the experts

tempt to prove that the bones
found on the ranch were human
bones.

EPUTY DISTRICT AT-

TORNEY REDWINE
handed him a section of bone
which the State asserted was
from the head of one of the
alleged boy victims. Doctor
Lytle took the bone, and from
a black box resting near his seat
he extracted a fully formed human skull. And before the
jury the witness matched the fragment that he held in his
hand with a corresponding section of the skull. He also
identified various other bones as those of a person under
twelve years of age.

Police Chemist Rex Welch took the stand in an effort to
prove that the blood found in sv-called graves was human
blood.

Court then adjourned for the day.

Northcott appeared crestfallen as he was led out. of the
court-room at the end of a day which had dealt him many
a hard blow from the prosecution. He had excused each of
the experts after a few questions, with the understanding
that he might recall them later. .

With his nerves badly shaken and almost in a state of
collapse when he reached his cell in the county jail, he asked
that a doctor be called. Doctor Ratliff, of Riverside,
examined him and advised the court that Northcott was in
no condition to continue for a few days. The trial was
accordingly postponed from Tuesday until Thursday,

Late Tuesday night Northeott sent for Sheriff Sweeters, a
man for whom he hitherto had expressed nothing but hatred.
When the jailer reached the cell, Northcott was in tears.

“T can't go on," he cried. “IT was going to see this. thing
through, but T ean't keep it up much longer!"

He tossed aside his copy of the transcript of the day's
court proceedings and refused to read it. Then, suddenly
looking up into the face of his visitor, he burst out:

“IT don't want to die! I'm not ready to die now!"

Summoning his only remaining legal adviser, Northcott
was closeted for almost an hour with J. McKinley Cameron,

Police Chemist Rex Welch, who testified for the
prosecution at Northcott’s trial also testified that) Northeott

Canadian barrister, who, although dismissed, had refused to
return to his home in Calgary, Alberta, until the conclusion
of the trial. As he emerged from the conference, Cameron
explained that ethics of his profession prevented him from
disclosing what was said during the interview.

Returning to his cell and crawling under double blankets.
Northcott soon dropped off into a heavy slumber.

The next morning, admitting his inability to match his
meager legal knowledge, gleaned from a correspondence
school course, with the skill of the veteran prosecutors and
the weight of scientific evidence tending to fasten upon him
the State’s charges that he murdered three small boys on his
Wineville ranch, Northcott sent for David Sokol, an attorney
formerly associated with the
defense.

Northcott then announced
that when the trial was re-
sumed on Thursday he would
move that Sokol be recognized
as his defense counsel on the
grounds that he was in a
“prostrate physical and mental
condition” and could not at-
tend to the details of his own
defense.

But) Judge Freeman, on
Thursday, declined to permit
him to reinstate Sokol, holding
that he must finish his own
case. Sokol was given per:
mission, however, to sit in an
advisory capacity, and the case
was continued.

W.H. Johnson, at one time a
neighbor of Northcott's, testi-
fied that he had moved from
Wineville because he was afraid
to live near so turbulent a
neighbor. “You had such a
mean disposition,” Johnson told
Northcott in court. Johnson

had frequently thrashed Sanford
Clark so soundly that he could hear the “licks.”
Northcott’s confession, in which he had admitted the
murder of the “headless Mexican,"’ was introduced in evi-
dence. Five times Northcott jumped to his feet to object,
terming it an “extrajudicial confession” on the grounds that
it had been wrested from him by “threats, promises and ex-
treme intimidation.” Each time, his objection was over-
ruled by Judge Freeman.

HIE State rested its case without having called either

Jessie Clark or Cyrus Northcott to the stand. Imme-
diately after this surprise move on the part of the Prosecu-
tion, Judge Freeman ordered that the jury visit the farm
and see the chicken houses and the ‘graves about which
they had been hearing. They visited the farm on Saturday.

Continuing his own legal battle to save himself from the
gallows, Northcott opened his defense on Monday morning.
After outlining his case briefly to the jury, he called Doctor
Paul Bowers and Doctor Victor Parkinson, of Los Angeles,
and asked them about an examination they had made of him
in the county jail, in Los Angeles, apparently attempting to
show that he had been mistreated by the police officers.
Both doctors testified that they had seen no evidence of
physical injuries,

Several other minor witnesses were called. Northcott
explained that he was calling the minor witnesses first. as he
could not get his chief witnesses in court that day.

Mrs. Northeott, who had been returned from San Quentin
to testify for her son, entered the court-room during the
morning recess. As she entered, her eyes went over the
crowd of spectators who had kept their seats while court

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The “boy-killer” photographed with battery of attorneys in Superior Judge Charles Fricke’s court, Los Angeles. (Left to right)
District Attorney Buron Fitts (seated), Deputy Dist. Attorneys Clif Thoms and Tom Menzies, Attorney Norbert Savay, Gordon
Stewart Northcott, Attorney A. H. de Tremaudian and Court Bailiff

respondence school legal knowledge against the wit of his
fifteen-year-old nephew and chief accuser.

The first questions he asked young Clark indicated that
he was trying to bring out an admission that Sanford Clark
was really his brother and not his nephew; that Mrs. Northcott
was not his, Northeott’s, mother; and that he hoped to show
that the alleged skeleton in the Northcott family was respon-
sible for the murder charges. Later, he changed his tactics.

“What car did I bring you down from Canada in?” snapped
Northcott. “A Buick,” came the answer.

Q. Is that the same car you say | was lugging Mexicans’
heads around in?”

A, "Yes!"

Q. “Did you say the head looked fresh?”

A. Yes!”

Q. “Did you like the work at the ranch?”

A. “No, not the way you made'me work!"'

Q. “Do you say I am a ferocious type of person?”

A. “Yes!”

Q. “You say you burned that Mexican’s head?”

A. "Yes!"

Q. “How long did it take you to burn it?”

A. “From noon until dark!"

Q. “What did the Winslow boys do the first night they
were at the ranch?”

A. “You put them in the hen-house and had me nail up the
door so they couldn't get out!”

VY. “Did you ever go near the Winslow boys when I was:

away?”

A. “No, not while you were away, because you ordered
me not to!”

Q. “How did the boys act in the hen-house?”

A. They acted happy. They had a radio and everything
in there to make them happy.”

Q. “What did you run away from the ranch for?”

A. “Because my sister Jessie told me to!”

Q. “How much was there left of this Mexican’s head when
we finished burning it?”

A, “A little piece about three or four inches in diameter.”

Q. “Why didn’t you write your parents when I was away
from the ranch, and tell them the alleged conditions?”

A. “I was scared to do that, although I did think of it.
I was scared of you. You would say you were going away
for a long time, and then suddenly come back. I could
never be sure!” ‘

OR the best part of three days the attorney-defendant in-

terrogated the boy in this haphazard manner, disregarding
the chronological order in which the evidence. had been pre-
sented.

Northcott explained his procedure by saying:

“My purpose in switching questions from one incident to
another is to force Sanford to unconsciously tell the truth,
which he is not doing now.”

Further questioning intimated that the defendant would
offer a new explanation for bits of bone and blood clots found
on the ranch, which the State contended were the remains of
boy murder victims. Young Clark admitted that as many
as three dogs had been kept on the farm. A police dog and a:
fox terrier had died and were buried on the place.

Northcott tried to account for the blood clots by reminding
Sanford of the times he (Northcott) had suffered with nose-
bleed.

Scientific Expert J. Clark Sellers, of Los Angeles, next
took the witness-stand. His entire direct testimony was
occupied in identifying more than forty exhibits, which the
investigators had assembled for the State's case against the

alleged slayer.

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Murder Farm! 63

adiourned. She saw her son bending over the counsel table,

woking ata law book. He did not look up.

she was guided to a sdat almost back of him, and still he
did not recognize her presence. She almost touched him as
she passed him, and her lips moved in greeting, but he ignored
cr.

After court was called to order, she was taken to the jail
next door by Sheriff Sweeters, to prepare for her appearance
en the witness-stand,

Jessie Clark, Northcott's nineteen-year-old niece, whom
to the amazement of everyone he had called as a defense
witness, went on the stand. Herdirect examination, carried on
by Northcott, virtually acted as a boomerang to the accuse
youth. With Northcott drawing the story from her bit by
bit, she related the manner in which she had learned of the
alleged murder of Walter Collins, Los Angeles boy, Lewis
and Nelson Winslow, Pomona boys, and the unidentified
Mexican youth.

Briefly, Jessie Clark's testimony Was as follows:

She came from Canada to visit Northcott, and found that
her fifteen-year-old brother, Sanford Clark, was being mis-
treated. One day, she said, Northcott knocked her out of a
chair and blackened her eye. She became alarmed for her
life, and that night when Northcott was asleep she crawled
in bed with her brother, and Sanford told her in whispers
that Northcott had murdered the boys on the chicken ranch.

With each damaging statement made by the girl, Northcott
would only smile.

Northcott then called his father, Cyrus G. Northcott.

As the aged man, whom young Northcott had frequently
declared he “hated,” took the witness-stand, he looked
directly at the defendant. Father and son exchanged the
most kindly
glances. The
father wiped his
eyes with his
bandkerchief.

“TyAD, what re-
lation are
you to me???’
Stewart asked.
The witness
sared directly at
bis questioner.
His lips remained
motionless.

The dropping
a a pin could
bave been heard,
and the seconds
that the old man
hesitated before
he replied seemed
like minutes.

“T'm your
jather,’ he an-
swered.

The son then
plunged immedi-
ately into a line
of questioning in-
tended toimpeach
the damaging
testimony of
Jessie Clark, who
at the close of
the previous ses-
sion had delivered blow after blow to Northcott’s defense.

“Jessie always hated me, didn't she?” young Northcott
shot at his father.

“| don’t think she liked you very well,”’ the witness replied.

“Did you ever see any indications of any crimes committed
at the ranch?”

The saddest thing in all the notorious
suffering of the father of the two young Winslow boys, Nelson and Lewis, who
were butchered by Northcott and buried while still alive. This loyal and af-
fectionate father, N. H. Winslow (wearing leather coat) is here shown on the
jail steps, speaking to Sheriff Clem Sweeters(tall man facing him), at the time of in. the chair and
the citizens’ uprising, threatening lynching of the “boy-killer.” Sheriff Sweeters
had to defend Northcott from mob violence, under the law, but every fiber of
his being was in sympathy with the heart-broken father of the two murdered boys

“Although I was at the Wineville ranch many times during
the past three years, I never saw anything that would lead
me to believe that any crime had ever been committed
there,” the father replied.

Asked by his son about a number of chickens that died on
the ranch, the old man said: “One Sunday when I was there,
twenty-four chickens were dead. We threw them out.
understood they were to be buried.” (Young Northcott
had claimed that the bones found on the ranch were the
bones of chickens and dogs, and not of human beings.)

rue elder Northcott explained the presence of lime on
the place by saying it had been used to purify the chicken
runs. ‘It was just ordinary unslaked lime,” he said.

Stewart Northcott succeeded in bringing out during this
testimony that Sanford Clark, his nephew, was a stupid
boy for his age; a boy not interested in reading anything,
and one who talked about sensational crimes and showed an
unusual interest in them.”

“Did you ever see any marks on Sanford’s body when he
was staying at the ranch?" Stewart asked.

“Yes, | saw marks on him several times,” answered the
elder Northeott, “but he always gave me some good reason
for them. He said he fell down, or bumped into a door.”

“Did you know about me bleeding very much when I was
living at the ranch?”

“Yes, 1 knew that you had nosebleeds frequently, ever
since you had the flu two years ago,” came the answer.

Northcott excused the witness, and he was turned over to
the Prosecution for cross-examination.

Deputy District Attorney Redwine immediately attempted
to impeach the old man's testimony by showing contradic-

tions between his

story on the wit-
ness-stand and
his previous state-
ments to investi-
gating officers.
As Redwine
drew his atten-
tion to various
such . contradic-
tions, the witness
slumped down in
the chair.

His ashen face
turned paler, and
his head slumped
forward on his
chest. A hush
fell over the
crowded court-
room, and young
Northcott leaped
to his feet, inter-
posing an objec-
tion to Redwine’s
cross - exami-
nation.

The elder
Northcott, recov-
ering from the
fainting spell,
drew himself up

Northcott case was the heart-breaking

dramatically,
pointing his finger
at Redwine, de-
nied making any of the statements attributed to him.

“How do I know what I said?” he shouted. ‘I haven't
any notes on what I said! I have been under a terrible
strain for months. There may bea few slight errors in my
statement, but I am trying, and have tried, to tell the truth.
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conducting the investigation back-
tracked over the lives of Gordon Stew-
art Northcott and his doting mother.
She had seemed to be a normal woman.
Friends and acquaintances were found

who knew her as a kindly and gentle:

old soul with a heart of gold. She had
come from good New England stock
and in her day had been somewhat of
a beauty.

Her son Gordon, to all outward ap-
pearances, had been a model youth.
He had a flair for the arts, had read and
travelled extensively and seemed to
have a good head for business. Chicken
ranching had been his latest enterprise
and men with whom he dealt came for-
ward to expound his intelligence and
business acumen.

But these same testimonials sud-

denly became a boomerang and added

a startlingly sinister angle to the case.

AN ASTUTE and inquisitive Los An-

geles detective, Lieutenant Chester
A. Lloyd, interviewed these various
businessmen who had known North-
cott. From them he learned that all
had sons in their early ’teens. And
when pressed by Lieutenant Lloyd,
the fathers admitted they recalled
instances where the young rancher
had made overtures to have their sons
visit his place—alone!

And even as Lieutenant. Lloyd was
gathering this evidence to show how
Northcott had been laying plans to get
other youthful victims into his bloody

‘clutches, a jolting fact came to light.
It was the story told by Mr. and Mrs:
Jacob Dahl. | '

The Dahls, newcomers in. southern

California, had answered an advertise-

‘ment Northcott inserted in the news-’

papers for a manager for his chicken

_ ranch. The Dahls recalled that North-

cott had seemed unimpressed with
their application for the job, until he
learned that they had four young sons.
Immediately he invited the couple to
have’ dinner with him on the ranch.
Mrs. Dahl will never forget that din-
ner to her dying day.-At the time it

seemed terrifying enough, but when.

the full significance of it was brought
to light many months later, she almost
collapsed.

Northcott’s mother prepared the din-
ner and served it. But just as they were
about to sit down, Mrs. Dahl whispered
to her husband:

“For God’s sake don’t eat anything
here. Make some excuse for us to leave
right now!”

Dahl was puzzled, but he knew his
wife had a level head and that there
must be some. good reason for her
warning. But when he tried to leave,
both the host and his mother protested
So violently that Dahl knew something
must be wrong. In the end he had his
way and the Dahls left without their
dinner. Dahl noticed also that North-
cott’s earnest expressions of hospitality
suddenly turned to snarling rage when
he realized his guests were adamant.

“Yon can just forget all about that
job,” were his parting words as the
Dahls hurried away. :

“Now,” questioned Dahl, as they left
the place, “what is this all about?”

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“Just as we were going to sit down
to dinner,” she answered trembling,
“I saw the old woman slip some white
capsules into the food on your plate
and mine. I am sure they were going
to poison us.” asi sO sg

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Los Angeles and the place in Wineville.
He rarely saw his son.

More than a month had slipped by
since the dragnet had been spread for
Gordon Stéwart Northcott and his

.y Mother. Time and time again reports
were flashed to southern California
‘4 that they had been sighted and even

plied, “but I saw her put those capsules, .arrested. But in each instance the de-

in the food. And I saw her exchanging~*"

funny looks with her son.” rye
“Well,” said Dahl, “it doesn’t make

sense to me, but I do know“théy were.

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Youthful Nelson Winslow, one of the
many victims of Northcott’s mad passion.

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hard in all my life before.” “:
In the light of what developed, of
course, it was obvious to the ‘police
that the young degenerate and shisins
famous mother‘had planned to murder.
the Dahls to:enable them to gain pos-
session of the:four young sons. This
belief was virtually cinched-when they
questioned young Sanford Clark.
Not only did}the lad recall the visit
‘Lot the Dahls, but he also remembered
that his uncle had instructed him to
dig two graves in the back of the farm-
house! | ,
Meanwhile, the search for the North-
cotts continued. The police had located
the husband of Mrs. Northcott at 1239
Brittania Street in Los Angeles. But
Cyrus Northcott, a kindly and gentle
old man, seemed to know nothing of
the terrible affair. Apparently he was
devoted to his wife, but stood some-
what in fear of the young madman.
He told officers that Mrs. Northcott
divided her time between his*kome in

linen a

he

ained persons proved to have been
falsely-identified: Then, on September
Ist, the first break came.
Frony..a@%deckhand on a ferryboat
plying between. Vancouver and the
British‘Colunibia mainland,.a tip was
réceived by the mounties that opened
’ a trail running inland through the
Canadian Rockies and into the prairie
provinces, A young man fitting North-
cott’s description had been spotted by
the deckhand: Constable P. F. Green
took up the chase,

T VERNON, B. C,, Constable Green
was watching the railroad station
on September 15th. The Trans-Canada
Limited was pulling out on the east-
bound trip when the mountie caught
a glimpse of a young man in a front
coach. Green. lurched forward as the
rain gained. momentum and barely
“ss8wung himself aboard the last coach.
@uiThe express was snaking through the
Se Kicking Horse Pass by the time Green
“had reached the forward coach. He
paused beside the seat of a young man
reading a dogeared copy of “Love Life
of the Gods.”

“You are under arrest, Mr. North-
cott,” said Green quietly, and then
added in the traditional manner of
British jurisprudence, “and I must
warn you that anything you say may
be used against you later.”

“The mounties,” he murmured sar-
donically, “always get their man, Sure,
I'm Northcott.”

At almost the same moment, a sta-
tion agent at Lethbridge, Alberta, re-
ported to the local barracks of the
Royal Canadian Mounted Police that
he had seen’ a woman answering Mrs.
Louise Northcott’s description in an

auto headed north: The alarm was

flashed to Calgary and as the auto

.crossed the city limits, another scarlet-

coated figure stepped into the road.:
“Mrs. Northcott, you’re under arrest,
_ And I must warn you——”
“*% The chase had ended.

ne Mrs. Northcott waived extradition.

A week later, in the company of Sheriff

Sweeters, of Riverside County, she was
back in California. _

Young Northcott fought extradition.
The staid Canadian courtroom was po-
litely amazed when Northcott airily
announced he would act as his own
counsel. In the end he’ was extradited,
and again Sheriff Sweeters rode north
across the boundary for another pris-
oner.

The night Northcott reached River-
side, that sleepy California town be-
came a seething cauldron of activity.
A would-be lynching party marched
on the county jail. In the crowd was
H. N: Winslow, father of the two boys
who had perished on the murder farm.
Upwards of two hundred and fifty men

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returned. The other is Mrs. H. N. Winslow. She earns
for two missing sons, Lewis, twelve, and Nelson, nine.

The horrible murders of these three lads ‘had been laid
at the door of the man who is about to die. And while
circumstantial evidence has completed the case of the
State of California against him, and his conviction has
been upheld by the Higher .Courts, the real truth has
never been bared. So now, in the zero hour, the con-
demned man has realized all hope for reprieve is gone
and he has promised Mrs. Collins and Mrs. Winslow he
will tell the secret of the fate of their sons.

There is one hour to go. Warden Holohan leads the two
sorrowing mothers to the death cell door. As they stand

with bowed heads, the warden softly tells the condemned,

man who the women are.

“Hurry, and tell them the truth,” he urges. “Your ti be : 1d

is almost up.”

For a few moments there is a tomb-like silence. Heavy
hearted and still with bowed heads, the mothers wait.
Then the silence ‘is broken by a high-pitéhed, fiendish,
laugh, % ra i “

“Ho, ho, ho,” comes from thé death cell: “‘That’s one
time when I had the laugh on all of you. I’ve changed my
mind. I’m not going to tell you a damn thing.”

Bloodstained
clothes and shoes
belonging to some
of the victims of
Northcott’s “horror
farm.” When Cali-
fornia officers start-
ed to investigate
this unbelievable
case they did not
realize that it would
develop into one of
the most amazing
cases in all the crim-

Black rage fills the heart of the warden as he leads the
mothers away from the death chamber. Experienced as
he is to heartlessness and callousness, this crowning
indignity makes him bite his lips to hold back the words
that spring to his tongue. But even before he can lead the
poor women out of earshot, the devilish voice in the cell
hurls one more flippant gibe:

“As a matter of fact I didn’t kill your boys at all!”

And now we pierce the veil of time back.to a summer.
afternoon in October of 1928.

It was the office of the American, consul at Regina,
province of Saskatchewan, in western Canada. A slim girl
inher teens, who announced herséif asJessie Clark of the

_ Bearby city of Saskatoon, wig babbling an incoherent -

story of wanting to free her ‘brother from “captivity ‘in.
the United States.” wi > “y?

“Captivity?” questioned the consular:“official. “What
ever do you mean?”

“Yes,” replied the trembling girl. “My fifteen year ads"

brother, Sanford Clark, is in grave dange?: He is-beifz
held a prisoner on a lonely ghicken ranch in southern
California. You must do sdimething to help him. You
must, or he will be killed!” .

The official was plainly sceptical of the girl’s weird

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story but her insistence caused him to have her taken to

Vancouver, B. C. Here the girl again repeated her story,
but in more detail.

. Jessie declared that two years before, when her
brother was thirteen, Sanford Clark was spirited away
from his home in the backwoods of Canada and smuggled
across the international border. Sanford’s captor, she
added, took him to southern California. :

“About a month ago,” she continued, “I traced my
brother to this man’s chicken ranch near Los Angeles.”
“And who is this man you say is holding your brother
@ prisoner?” she was asked,
“He is my mother’s brother,” came the astonishing
~veply. “His name is Vedicn Stewart Northcott.”
HE CONSULAR’ OFFICIALS felt more than ever
inclined to disbelieve the whole story. The boy’s own
; “uncle! ‘Tt’ was entirely too fantastic.

‘ “When'l got to Los Angeles,” Jessie went on, “I finally,

located ‘my uncle and he took me to his chicken ranch.
I don’t know exactly where it is, because I never did
learn the name of the place, but it isn’t very far from
Los Angeles. I fo d my brother on the ranch. I tried to
bring him away, at my uncle stopped me every time.

Finally when I insisted Sanford should leave, my uncle /

flew into a terrible rage and he beat me. Then he threat-
ened to kill me and Sanford too, if I ever revealed where
Sanford was, “ go

“My brother appeared to be deathly afraid of uncle.
At first I couldn’t learn why. Then one night before I
left the ranch to return to Canada, Sanford came into my

room. Uncle was asleep and he didn’t hear my brother. *

Sanford acted so strange. I was terrified at first. He crept
into my bed and pulled the covers over our heads. Then
he whispered to me the whole story. It was awful C
As the girl’s faltering tones blurted out the horrible
- tale the officials were staggered. It was a macabre story,
a loathsome saga that might have been a page torn from
the history of the Dark Ages. It was a tale of evil doings
of an-unbelievable monster, a story of murder, several
murders———and ‘weird cabalistic rituals.

The girl’s strange recitation left thé consular Officials
with mixed feelings. Such things don’t happen in modern
times, they reasoned. But they were duty bound to make
an investigation.

Walter E. Carr, Director of Immigration at Los An-
geles, received a complete report of Jessie Clark’s eerie
story. In his official capacity, he was instructed to deter-
mine whether or not Sanford Clark was illegally in the
United States. :

Carr’s first problem, of course, was to find the North-
cott chicken ranch. All that Jessie Clark had been able to
remember was that it was “near Los Angeles.” There
are literally thousands of chicken ranches in southern
California, so Carr took the most logical step. He enlisted
the aid of postal inspectors, who put a tracer in the mail
for Gordon Stewart Northcott.

Word came back that a G. S. Northcott tenanted a small
ranch in an obscure region near Wineville, a few miles
over the Los Angeles County line in Riverside County.
The case was put in the hands of Inspectors J udson Shaw
and Fred Scallorn, of the San Bernardino immigration
office. They went to Wineville and were.directed to the
Northcott ranch. On the outskirts of Wineville, Shaw and
Scallorn, found two dwellings close to each other, and
apparently both on chicken ranches. As luck would have
it they approached the wrong house first. While the owner
stood on his front porch and pointed to the dwelling he
said was occupied-by Gordon Stewart Northcott, the in
spectors saw a young man dash from the place, jump into
an auto and drive away at a furious speed. A few min-
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Northcott place Shaw remarked:

“Wonder what scared that guy —

away?” :

“Must have been the uniforms,” said
Scallorn.

_ Both men wore the olive green garb
of the immigration. service. They
knocked on the front door of the North-:
cott. cottage.

Presently the door was opened by
a pale, trembling boy of about fifteen.
One look at the uniforms and he
seemed paralyzed with fright. They
questioned him for some minutes and
he finally admitted his name was San-
ford Clark. But beyond that he would
say nothing.

“Who was that who drove away just
before we knocked at the door?” the
immigration men asked.

The trembling boy refused to an-
swer.

Finally, he was taken to Juvenile
Hall in Los Angeles, For a time he
preserved his stubborn and frightened
Silence. Then bit by bit the officials
wormed into his confidence, and when
he was convinced at last that he was
beyond any possible vengeance at the
hands of his uncle, the lad broke down
and told everything. ;

FF THE STORY told by Jessie Clark

had seemed fantastic, this newer
version by her young brother was be-
yond anything the officers had ever
heard for gruesomeness and sheer hor-
ror. And before telling his awful story
young Sanford Clark admitted that the
youth who had fled at the approach of
the immigration officials was his uncle,
Northcott. This more or™Jess tallied
with Jessie Clark’s previous story
when she said ‘her uncle was very
young, “not more than twenty-one at
‘the most.” >

It was true, said Sanford Clark, that
his uncle had killed several bo jon
the Wineville chicken ranch. The fist
boy to die, he said, was brought to
Wineville in the early part of March,
1928.

He said Northcott left the boy in a
boarded-up chicken coop. A day or
so later the mother of the young
chicken rancher came to the Wineville
ranch, saw the youthful prisoner in
the hencoop and questioned her son.

Young Northcott invented ° ex-
traordinary story for his mother

“I was in my cabin in Mint Cahyon
the other day,” he explained. “I had a
quarrel with a Mexican and he called
me a dirty name that reflected on your
character. It made me wild with rage,
mother, that slur on your good name.
I killed the Mexican.

“I was burying his body when all of
a sudden I saw a boy, this same kid I’ve
got locked up in the hencoop, looking
at me behind a clump of Sagebrush.
He had seen everything that I had done.
I was afraid he’d go to the police, so

I forced, him. ta'‘come with mg to the
ranch’ here. 5a.) Si

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self up to the police’'and be hanged "i
for killing this Mexican or I must put.

this boy out of thé way for keeps::He* :

knows I’m a murderer.” Snes

Sanford Clark’ said he knew':that
Northeott was lying about having
killed the Mexican, but Mrs. North-
cott, in the blindness of a mother’s
love for her son, readily believed the
young degenerate and in the end she
agreed that the unfortunate youngster
in the coop should die.

Aghast, the officials listened in
stunned silence while young Sanford
Clark told of other killings.

He said that earlier in the year, prob-
ably some time in the early part of
February, his uncle came to the ranch
at Wineville with a human head in a
bucket. He said his uncle tol him he
had tossed the body into- ‘avlonely
gulch near Puente. : Prone

Subsequent. examination of” ‘police
records revealed that a headléss body
had been found about that time in the ~
same vicinity.

The head, Sanford continued, was
burned at the Wineville ranch, the
skull broken into small pieces with a
hammer and scattered about the hen
yard. ;

A month or so later, two more boys
appeared on the ranch with Northcott.
Apparently they were brothers. North-
cott gave them to believe they were to
be initiated into an order of Scouts.
The young monster blindfolded them
and then had them kneel before a
weird altar in the ranch house. Then
he led them separately to the hencoop
where, still blindfolded, they knelt
down once more.

Then their heads were struck off
with an axe as they knelt individually
before a block that was used for be-
heading chickens. :

The theinous tale continued. San-

. ford said he was forced:to dig shallow

graves for the, three victims he had
seen murdered at the ranch Then
quicklime was thrown over the bodies
and dirt filled in on top,

While the boy was telling his hor-
rible story in‘Los' Angeles, another act
in'the grim drama was being unfolded’
at the’ scene of the loathsome crimes
he had described on the Wineville
chicken ‘ranch. On the previous after- .
noon, when the immigration men had
escorted young Clark from the place,
they did not know that a pair of eyes’

was furtively watching them from a

‘distance, the eyes of an old woman!

Night had long since fallen over the
place and a wan moon shed its pale
light over the cluster of buildings.
Presently a car drove up and a tall
figure got out. Stealthily it approached
the yard and a moment later was
joined by another figure, moving cau-

tiously with the same guilty move.
ments. There was a whispered con-
sultation, and the figures moved to

‘that I can do. Either I must give my+“‘ one of the buildings, disappeared for

‘a‘few moments, and then reappeared
_xip_the yard. :

**“Swiftly and silently the two figures
wént to work. And as they labored at-
their gruesome task, the yellow moon

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Back IN LOS ANGELES, young

Clark had finished his story. The
night had given way to dawn, when he
finally completed his recital of the
horrors at the ranch.

“Sanford,” they told him, “we know
you must be tired, because you've been
up all night. But ‘do you suppose you
could stay awake a little longer and
take us to the graves?”

The lad nodded eagerly. Convinced

_ by now ‘that he no longer need fear
the young ogre who was his uncle,
Sanford betrayed no signs of weari-
ness after his all-night recounting of
the evil doings on the Wineville mur-:
der farm. j

A few minutes later, several autos
filled with officials raced through the
quiet morning streets of Los Angeles
and headed for the Riverside County
line. Sanford was advised by kindly
men to. try and doze, but he remained
awake and alert during the swift ride
to Wineville. In fact, from time to time
he added bits of information he had
overlooked during the telling of his
story.

“Tl show you when we get there,”
he said, “how my uncle carried some of
the bodies away in the back of his car,
I never knew where he actually took
them, but I know he buried them in
lonely places on ‘the desert. I think
I'héard him say once that he buried a
boy in Bouquet Canyon in an old mine
shaft.” .

Sheriff Clem Sweeters, of Riverside
County, had been notified by telephone
of the night’s happenings. With sev-
eral of his deputies, he was waiting at
the murder farm when Sanford Clark
and the Los Angeles officials arrived.

The place appeared deserted. Ssn-
ford led the officials into the back yard.

“Right over there,” he pointed,
“That’s where three boys were buried.”

Sheriff Sweeters spoke up.

“We noticed that spot while we were

waiting for you folks,” he said. “If I'm
not mistaken, somebody’s been diggin’
here within the last few hours. Look
how fresh that ground is, as if it had re-
‘cently been turned over.”

It was true. And within a few min-
utes after a dozen men had Started to
dig, the ominous fact was obvious,

The bodies had been removed!

-. Now it seemed as if the Officers were
stalemated. They knew young Clark
couldn’t possibly have invented the
whole story and the freshly dug earth
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and removed the bodies, The corpus

Scores of detectives and Sheriff's
deputies Scoured the chicken farm for

Angeles to have a check made on all

“These tools,” Pronounced the men
of science, “have been used to cut up
human bones,” P

All of the bone fragments had ‘been
picked up on the ranch, scattered hel-
ter-skelter in chicken runs, on rub-

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bish heap, and even mixed with bone
fertilizer on Patches of ground used
for gardening!

An odd assortment of old clothes
came next. Old shoes, a Boy Scout hat,

Presently a Police chemist was ready
with a report on the analyses he had

Places about the farm,
“Blood,” he reported. “This is human

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collection, He looked up sharply as he
examined the third Picture offered to
him.

“That’s him!” he exclaimed excit-
edly. “That's the boy my uncle locked
up in the chicken Coop before he was
killed.”

The picture Sanford had identified

blood, from at least Six or seven dif- Angeles, since March 10th.

ferent bodies,”
The horrible significance ‘of the case
i by now Onvevery of-
ficer present... Wholesale, murder had
n done at this place. Bu
. the victims? :

\A-FAST-RIDING motorcycle officer
Toared into the fa

y, -hOare rm. shortly be-
fore ‘midnight, ‘With him he had
brought from Los Angeles a list of

score of Photographs,
Sanford Clark was sleeping in an
adjoining room. He had finally dropped

off after his exciting and Sleepless -

twenty-four hours of aiding the of-
ficers. The latter were reluctant to dis-

awoke the lad,
“Sanford,” he was told when he
finished rubbing his sleep-laden eyes,

See if you can pick out any of the boys
who were killed by your uncle.”
The manly little chap bent over the

A Killer Takes Notes

Young Northcott, accused. of one of the most amazing wholesale murder syndicates
in all history, is shown in court at the time of his trial.

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“I think this is the Picture,” said
Sanford slowly, “of one of the two
brothers who were brought here and
killed, and one of the three who were.

pf buried here.”
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records. Yes, there it was. Nelson Win-

two ivory keys from an old banjo to
hold the s Tings in place,

The Missing Persons Bureau's re-
cords on the two boys were rather vo-

after their disappearance, Mr. and Mrs,

tion and other subjects,
The officers believed: now that more

In a pile of burned rubbish they
found two ivory banjo keys and the

Undoubtedly, then, the two boys |
who had been “initiated” in the gro-
tesque ritual, before having to kneel
in front of the chopping block for their
execution, were Nelson and Lewis
Winslow.

The hue and cry was raised for Gor-
don Stewart Northcott and his mother,
Mrs. Louise Northcott. The entire

.western half of the country was put

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urgent police messages, the officials

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ton. He had shot Broderick while the
young cadet was lying on the back seat
of the car, then dragged his body to
the field, believing him dead.

Menter was brought to trial in Liv-
ingston, Polk County, Texas, in the fall
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jury. Tried again in February, 1957, he
was given a 5-year sentence for the
death of the young student who was one
of the most popular men in his class.

“| HATE PEOPLE!"

(TD March, 1957)

Between December, 1955, and the end
of November, 1956, Stephen A. Nash,
33, ex-convict and army air force de-
serter with a record for robbery, assault,
drunkenness and vagrancy, succeeded in
committing 11 murders and two mur-
derous assaults. Nash was arrested on
November 29th, 1956, in downtown Los
Angeles, California, shortly after the
brutal murder of 10-year-old Larry
Rice on a beach near Santa Monica.

He confessed to the murders of Wil-
liam C. Burns, 24, in Richmond, Cali-
fornia, on December 21st, 1955; Robert
T. Eche, 21, in San Francisco on August
18th, 1956; Floyd Leroy Barnett, in Sac-
ramento, on October 3rd, 1956; John Wil-
liam Berg, 21, in Long Beach, on No-
vember 27th, and Larry Rice, 10, in
Santa Monica, on the 29th.
boasted of six other murders, but did
not name the victims. Two young men,
victims of murderous assault by Nash,
survived.

On December 6th, 1956, Nash was in-
dicted for the murders of Larry George
Rice and John William Berg, and also of
murderous assault on Dennis Butler, 24,
of Los Angeles, who testified against him.
At his trial, in February, 1957, Superior
Judge H. Burton Noble described Nash
as “the most evil person who has ever
appeared in my court.”

On February 28th a jury of 10 men and
two women, after deliberating for three
hours, found Nash guilty of the first-de-
gree murders of Larry Rice and John
Berg and of the assault attack on Den-
nis Butler. The judge ordered a sanity

He also »

trial and on March 18th the same jury
found that Nash was sane at the time
of the murders and the assault. On
April lst Judge Noble sentenced him to
die in the gas chamber.

On hearing the sentence, Nash shouted,
“I killed all 11 of ’em. I wish I’d killed
1100!”

BETTER TO KILL THAN CURE

(TD May, 1957)

After 17 days England’s longest mur-
der trial came to an end in London’s Old
Bailey central criminal court on April
9th. After a brief 44 minutes’ delibera-
tion a jury of 10 men and two women
brought in a verdict of acquittal.

The defendant was Dr. John Bodkin
Adams, 58, for many years a successful
practitioner in the fashionable seaside
resort of Eastbourne. The charge, that
he had murdered by excessive drugging
one of his wealthy patients, Mrs. Edith
Alice Morrell, 81, in 1950, followed an
investigation prompted by local gossip.

In his summation, which made many
points in favor of Dr. Adams, Justice Sir
Patrick Devlin said, “The act of murder
has to be proved by expert evidence.
Men of science cannot always give pre-
cise, clear and unqualified answers, par-
ticularly if they are dealing with an
illness which occurred years ago, at
which they were not present.”

Dr. Adams, who confidently expected
the verdict which establishes his inno-
cence, plans to return to his practice and
to write his autobiography.

THE BODY BEHIND THE CAROUSEL

(TD May, 1956)

Partly covered with tumbleweed, the
body of a woman was discovered behind
the carousel in a Pasadena, California,
amusement park on January 2nd, 1956.
It was identified as that of Helen Louise
Mealer, 31, a waitress. An autopsy dis-
closed that she had died of a fractured
skull. ,

Identified as having been with Helen
on New Year’s Eve, John Bailey, 41, a
Los Angeles welder, surrendered to

Guilty: Mrs. Gladys Martin, son Anthony Brewbaker

police on January 9th. He confessed
that he had killed the woman. She
had taken money from his wallet while
he dozed in his car, he said, and re-
fused to return it to him. Angered, he
struck her with a piece of scrap iron
he picked up in the lot, then left her
lying there and drove away.

On May 4th, 1956, Judge Allen T.
Lynch heard the case without a jury.
He found Bailey guilty of second-degree
murder and sentenced him to serve 5
years to life in San Quentin.

THE GUNMAN WORE
GRAY GLOVES

(TD February, 1957)

In Hammond, Indiana, at 12:14 a.m.
on October 29th, 1956, Mrs. Gladys Mar-
tin, 35, phoned police headquarters that
her husband, Robert O. Martin, 32, a
steel mill foreman, had been shot to
death by a hitchhiker. She and her hus-
band were in their car, she said, with
her son and daughter by a former mar-
riage. The hitchhiker, whom she de-
scribed, after slaying the husband, had
left his body in a field. Police picked
up the man she described, but he was
able to clear himself and was released.

Evidence of a pair of gray gloves found
at the scene pointed suspicion toward
Anthony Brewbaker, 16, Martin’s step-
son. Mrs. Martin then confessed the
slaying. It had been planned for two
weeks, she said, awaiting a favorable op-
portunity. Tony had done the shooting,
wearing the gray suede gloves, but she

.,alone was responsib’~ for the crime, Mrs.

“Martin asserted.

On April 2nd, 1957, before Judge Wil-
liam J. Murray, Mrs. Martin pleaded
guilty and threw herself on the mercy
of the court, stating that her husband
drank and beat her. Judge Murray then
sentenced her to life imprisonment, tell-
ing her that she should feel fortunate to
have escaped the death sentence.

Anthony Brewbaker pleaded guilty to
a manslaughter charge in the slaying of
his stepfather and was sentenced to 2 to
21 years in the Indiana Reformatory.


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plexion. Witnesses said he was wearing
tightfitting bluejeans, well bleached, and a
dark, Eisenhower-type denim jacket. A friend
of the victim’s who had seen them in the cafe
said Berg introduced the stranger as ‘‘Jim.”’
Jim spoke with a Southern drawl, he added,
and mentioned that he wase from North
Carolina and had been in the Navy.

While certain discrepancies in the report of
this crime cast doubt that the killer was
Stephen Nash, Detective Sergeants McClen-
don and Scarborough had a strong hunch it
was Nash, and that he had struck again. The
main discrepancy was the Southern drawl,
which didn’t mesh with anything known
about Nash. The detectives went to Long
Beach and showed Nash’s mug shot to wit-
nesses who had seen the stranger with Berg,
but the best they could get was a couple of
Statements that ths man in the mug shot
“looked a lot like’’ the suspected murderer of
Berg.

Scarborough and McClendon were ready to
bet a year’s pay their hunch was correct,
and so convinced was Deputy Chief Thad
Brown of their instincts in the matter that he
authorized distribation of thousands of copies
of the ex-con’s photo to Los Angeles area
lawmen. No bets were overlooked. Officers
who had handled Nash in previous arrests
were pressed into the search on special as-
signment; they, at least, would know the
fugitive by sight. All persons known to have

had any contact with Nash were contacted and
grilled.

Detectives Scarborough and McClendon
went to San Francisco and Oakland, but no
record of any crime could be found there
which might have impelled Nash to flee the
region so precipitately on November 10th.

Then Detective Scarborough remembered
that the dishwasher-roomie of Nash had said
he thought Nash had come from Sacramento
just before they met. The L.A. probers con-
ferred with police in the California capital.

They found something significant, though
not conclusive. On October 10th, according
to Chief J.V. Hicks of Sacramento, the body
of one Floyd Leroy was found in the Sac-
ramento River. He had been slugged about the
head and stabbed repeatedly by a broad-
bladed knife. His throat was cut from ear to
ear, and investigation turned up evidence that
he’d been killed on a riverbank near a hobo
jungle; then his body was dragged or rolled

’ down the levee. No trace could be found of

tall, gaunt, hollow-eyed man with whom the
victim had been seen drinking by witnesses.

The wanton, sadistic savagery of the
senseless crime certainly fit the pattern of
Steve Nash’s.modus operandi. So did the sus-
pect’s description. Mc Clendon and Scar-
borough were morally convinced he was the
killer, to the point where they became con-
vinced he was the killer, to the point where
they became obsessed by the urgency, of

finding him. Night and day, ignoring any
scheduled working hours, they ranged all
over the Los Angeles area when they returned
from their trip north. But all the clues and
leads were checked out and proved to be
worthless, or they were just too late to catc
up with the murderous ex-con. ‘

The worst fears of the hard-working detec-
tive team were realized on Thursday,
November 29th, when they received the news
of what loomed at once as the worst possible
tragedy, a crime of such appalling ferocity
and senselessness that even hardened
homicide veterans were left appalled. Larry
George Rice, a towheaded 10-year-old, had
been sent home from school in the beach
community of Venice that morning because
of his failure to bring a note regarding a minor
disciplinary infraction. That afternoon, it was
learned that the lad never reached home.

Recalling that the youngster had been given
a dollar for spending money the night before,
a member of his family went looking for him,
driving slowly along the beachfronts of Ven-
ice, Ocean Park and Santa Monica, known to
be among the boy’s favorite recreation spots.
The search was in vain. At 5:30 p.m. the
boy’s relative went to the Santa Monica
Juvenile Bureau and reported the young-
ster’s disappearance.

To his horror, he learned that young Larry
had been found more than two hours earlier.
Stabbed more than 30 times in the abdomen,

True Detective 61

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34 True Detective

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Stephen Nash points to spot in San Francisco Bay where
he pushed car containing Eche’s body into the waters

him. Hs-words, repeated three times, sounded like:

**Ash-Ash done it.”’

After the ambulance sped off to the hospital the two officers tried to
quiet the bedlam in the lobby in an effort to determine what happened.
The hotel clerk, they discovered, didn’t know the victim; he said he’d

never seen him until he came in with the knifer a little while

before. The latter lived at the hotel, he added.
‘*‘What’s his name?’’ Officer Gillet asked. A quick check of the
hotel register showed that the knifer had signed in under the name
‘*Vincent A. Farrell,’’ no street address, San Francisco.
‘‘He’s been staying here four or five days,’’ the clerk said. ‘‘Re-

gistered on November | Ith, paid a week in advance. No luggage, as]

recall. There was another fellow with him-a young blond kid. I
haven’t seen much of either of them.”’

The clerk said he had no idea what precipitated the knife attack. All
he knew was that Farrell had come in with the victim an hour or so
before and they went to Farrell’s room. They came down a little while
ago and walked out together, ‘‘and a couple of minutes later all hell
broke loose.’”’

In the meantime, Officer Smith had followed a trail of blood down
Hope Street to the Third Street Tunnel entrance at the corner. He
found witnesses who had seen the men come running out of the
tunnel, one brandishing a knife, the other yelling for help.

Descriptions obtained from the clerk and the lobby-sitters indi-
cated the knifer was a white male American, 30 to 35 years old, 6 feet
to 6 feet, 3 inches tall, around 180 to 190 pounds, shaggy black

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Said convicted murderer Nash: “I just had the urge to kill”

: hair, deepset dark brown or black eyes, gaunt cheeks, angular
protruding chin. He was wearing tightfitting bleached blue jeans and a
brown chino work shirt.

With a key obtained from the clerk, the officers went to Farrell’s
room on the second floor for a look around. They found little that
promised any immediate help. A few items of clothing and personal
articles indicated occupancy by two men. Some empty whisky bot-
tles. Two glasses with the dregs of some cheap rotgut booze. A lot of
discarded newspapers on the floor and bed. No personal papers, no
documents, no other type of identification papers that might give
them the true names of the room’s occupants.

Officers Gillet and Smith called in their report and were reinforced
a few moments later by several other patrol teams. Central Homicide
assigned the case to Detective Sergeants Courtney McClendon and
Larry Scarborough, who stopped at the Georgia Street Receiving
Hospital, where the victim had been taken, on their way to the .
crime scene.There hospital officials told them the victim’s name was
Martin Grogan, 24, according to papers found in his wallet, which
also bore an address in the 300 block of South Hill Street. Grogan was
a laborer. Surgeons in the Emergency Room gave him only a slim
chance for survival.

They said he had been stabbed repeatedly in the abdomen and

(Continued on page 60)

nie Cops who listened to Nash’s tale of gory murders were stunned, but killer flopped in bunk, slept like a baby
, ' True Detective 35

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stomach and was hemorrhaging badly.
Emergency surgery would be quite some
time, if ever, before the victim would be able
to talk to police.

Going on to the hotel, the detective team
tried to learn whether anyone had heard Vin-
cent Farrell, the assailant, called by any
other name. No one had. Noting the middle
initial ‘‘A’’, they speculated that his middle
name might be ‘‘Ash, ’’ the name apparently
spolen by the victim. They asked the Police
Identification Section to run a check on the
name. The check drew a blank.

“It’s probably a phony,’’ Sergeant Scar-
borough said.

Sergeant McClendon agreed, but added,
‘*There’s plenty of stuff in the hotel room that
we might get a set of prints from. Let’s get the
ID boys over here to do some dusting.”’

McClendon’s hunch was a good one. From
the bottles and glasses found in the room,
technicians were able to lift a full set of
fingerprints which, before morning, were
matched with a set in the criminal files and
identified as those of. a character known as

Stephen A. Nash, alias Vincent A. Farrell, |

Vincent M. Carroll, Richard Gilbert, Fred
Roberts, Cash Roberts, and a few other
aliases.

Nash’s acquaintance with California
police, it soon became apparent, went back
a long time. His mug shot showed him to be
a tall, rawboned, black-browed, sinister
looking man. He was 33 years old. The shor-
test entry in his record was the one about his
history of gainful employment. He was origi-
nally from the Bronx, New York City. His
first arrest, in 1943, was for desertion from
the U.S. Air Corps. Since then, he’d starred
on police blotters all over California with a
long string of arrests that included charges of
assault, robbery, auto theft, concealed
weapons, drunkenness and vagrancy.

He drew 60 days in the L.A. County jail for
assault with a deadly weapon in 1945. He got
1 to 10 in San Quentin for grand theft in a
strongarm robbery on a Los Angeles street in
1948. He was paroled in 1953, but was soon
returned to Quentin as a parole violator. He
was released in March, 1955. Nine months
later, in December of that year, he was ar-

rested in Oakland for slugging a young guy |

with a lead pipe. Upon his agreeing to sub-
mit to psychiatric treatment, the court allowed
him to plead guilty to simple battery and he
was sentenced to six months at Alameda
County’s Santa Rita Prison Farm. He was

released from there on June 30, 1956, which.

was just about four and a half months before

his murderous assault on young Marty Gro-

gan in the old hotel on South Hope Street.

Prison and police reports on the subject
described Nash as a tough and dangerous
man, probably psychopathic, who was known
for a tendency to frequent Skid Row districts.
Apparently he made his living by strongarm
- robbery and drunk-rolling.

60 True Detective

Witnesses to the knifing in the hotel lobby
identified Nash’s mugshot as a picture of
Marty Grogan’s assailant. Earlier that night,
meanwhile, the young blond chap who had
registered at the hotel with Nash walked into
the room and got the fright of his life when he
was taken ito custody as a material witness.
The youth, terrified, said he was a dishwasher
in a downtown cafe, but he could tell them
little about his homicidal roommate. He
claimed he’d met Nash in San Francisco a few
weeks before and ‘‘we sort of threw in to-
gether.’’

On the night of November 10th, the youth
said, Nash had shown him $400 worth of
travelers checks and told him they had to get
out of Frisco in a hurry. They caught the
midnight plane to Los Angeles, not even
bothering to take their clothes or personal
belongings with them. The probers eventu-
ally concluded that the young blond guy had
apparently fallen under Nash’s domination,
probably from misguided hero worship. He
swore he had taken no part in the ex-con’s
criminal activities, and ths officers found re-
ason to believe he was telling the truth. He’d
never heard of Marty Grogan and he said he
had no idea where Nash might have fled gle
the lobby stabbing.

Careful questioning of the witness to that
event the next morning added little to what
McClendon and Scarborough had already
learned. It was noteworthy that each and
every witness mentioned how fearsomely evil
the knifer looked. The detectives thoroughly
combed Skid Row ginmills and other hang-
outs, and they pressured every underworld
informant they could contact, but they were
unable to get a line on Stephen Nash. On the
chance he might have returned to his northern
California haunts, they alerted the police
in San Francisco and Oakland.

| Oe four days, meanwhile, Marty Grogan

hovered between life and death at the Georgia
Street Receiving Hospital, but finally word
came that surgeons believed he had weathered
his crisis and now stood a good chance for
recovery. The doctors soon permitted
McClendon and Scarborough to question the
patient, but the interview was disappointing.
He could give them no lead to his assailant’s
possible whereabouts. He knew little about
the man.

Grogan said he ‘d met the big guy in—of all
places-a Los Angeles mission where he had
gone for a free meal because he was broke.
Nash struck up a conversation with him, he
said, and invited him out for a drink. Alittle
later, according to Grogan, the big guy
flashed a big roll of bills and handed him a
five-spot; he took the money with the under-
standing that he’d pay Nash back as soon as he

.got a job. Nash then invited him to walk back

to his hotel room with him ‘‘so youl know
where to find me when you want to pay me
back.’’On the way they bought a bottle of
whisky, from which they had some drinks
when they got back to Nash’s ‘hotel room.
“*But then he started talking wild, *‘Grogan
said, ‘‘bragging how tough he was. Iwas leery

of him and decided I’d better get the hellout of
there. I thanked him, said goodbye and
walked out of the room. Nash followed me
down the stairs and out on the street.

‘In the Third Street Tunnel, he grabbed
me. When I told him to leave me alone, he
whipped that knife out of-his sleeve and
stabbed me in the belly with no warning. I
yelled for help and started to run, but he kept
coming after me with the knife.”’

Grogan agreed to sign a complaint and
Nash was formally charged with assault with
a deadly weapon with intent to commit mur-
der. A warrant was issued for his arrest.
Homicide Captain Robert A. Lohrman, dis-
cussing the cases with detectives, emphasized
that Nash should be sought as a killer, since it

was only a quirk of fate that the charge against ~

him was assault and not murder.

‘‘And we’d better get him quick,’’ the
captain added, ‘‘because he’s the kind of guy
who'll get an itch to use that knife again.”’

Sergeants Scarborough and McClendon
agreed wholeheartedly, but catching Nash
was easier said than done. An intensive search
for the man in Los Angeles, San Francisco
and Oakland turned up not even one lead to
his whereabouts. Eleven days passed, in fact,
before the L.A. detectives got a line on him,
and then it was a hunch which, if correct,
amply bore out Captain Lohrman’s prophecy.

On the afternoon of Tuesday November
27th, the landlady of an apartment house in
Long Beach found the murdered body of one
of her tenants. The victim was the bachelor
tenant of her penthouse apartment, John Wil-
liam Berg, who was found stretched nude on
the floor beside his disordered and bloody
bed. Berg, a handsome, 27-year-old Navy
veteran and a student hair stylist, had been
stabbed once in the stomach and twice in the
neck. He also had been savagely beaten about

the face.

Detectives could find no trace of a murder
weapon, but overturned and broken furniture
bore mute testimony to a violent struggle.
Ther was evidence of ransacking of the samll
apartment, which had been left in wild disor-
der. The victim’s wallet had been emptied.
Drawers had been opened and their contents
scattered helter-skelter. Lending a macabre
touch to the bloody scene was a woman’s
wavy blonds wig perched atop the piled-up
drawer contents. Presumably, the student hair
stylist had used the wig for hairdressing prac-
tice.

The coroner estimated John Berg had been
dead for about 36 hours. From lengthy inter-
views of his friends and fellow students, In-
spector Harry P. Finch and Detective Robert
F. Shaw were able to reach a reasonable re-
construction of the victim’s movements pre-
ceding the time of his murder. The most sig-
nificant part of this reconstruction was the
report that Berg had been seen in a cafe
at 3 o’clock on Monday morning, eating
scrambled eggs. He was said to have been
with a ‘‘rough-looking’’ man.

The latter was described as a man in his late
20’s or possibly a littler older, about six feet
tall with shaggy black hair, deepset dark eyes,
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to: Lona pecacer gl the board’s ; bus- (Sula
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"Boule: City Bids Will Be
Called Early In Coming Year |;

LAS VEGAS, Nev., Sept. 29. (P)--Walker R. Young, siedank
ppd in. charge for the. bureau. of reclama:ion’.of - construction
“ok the Hoover: dam, announced tonight bids woilld be called early
; next’ year. for ‘construction. of “Honlder. City, “6264.57:
; “Walker sald 8. R.-Deboér: and AiyG,Kaufmann, | echnical. ex
pert who wilt eounsel he government ‘on: various phases of con-
struction of the new. etty; ‘which will house thé thousands ef work
jen: during jhe eight years the-dam is under’ donstrictiony will ar-
Wivé ‘late ‘thia week ‘fora tinal-survey, Following. the surveys the:
E-qwork on the: city “will: be dividedinto projecs re for
‘ roaladaas forbids. i usatuary ‘wilt be started

Will. Back Syracusé. “Uns
vyersity Professor as Gub- +
ern: torial C. Candidate :

es Civ Man. May Zi
Be Successor of HNN :
en Ws Morrow

06 erence “ot ary. organizations vf

} sehen today at which, eet eesone, .ds. the prt
were formulated, “for: the fupPort af sticcessor of ‘Dwight’ W., Morrow
Carrol” a>, American’ ambassador to Mexico.
| “The rétiring ambassador. confer
Fed for two hours’. this: aftern

cuse University: as-inid

the gallows tomorrow, hée
of one of the four},

Kets ‘heped:
er boy wus notamong his Victims,
tiitderer asked: that his cine EP
~ aud “the Rey, 3

it anid © .
dast night in Nertn«:

cott’s cell ‘and would. accompany:

‘(him to ‘the gallows; It will be the,
| 35th execution « the range ‘es

covered on reports that Russia was) “1, De)

: DRAWER SLAIN

887 rot: feel that they were- ra

| didate ‘for governor,

re ay: nbs | been cireulatéd’a ‘and Brob- |
eri be fled on Monday, ‘nani- hint

O, Ty sald,
that“in - eerie independent}
eanfdidate the republican drys’ did, ed
from the republican pa: pGal
We feel,” she sai

the. feat “republicans, ty re Se state™ nd-»more- e recente

, “to special work for : ‘hae
smeet=/.BA5
been, “Mexico City:
a

dor Morrow. th. Mexico, tor tly
‘post. 3 je
The ambassader: declined -to dis. 6
Bome cuss New. Jetsey politics while still the
; “Carroll vote holding: his ambassadorial rank: but de
/ said an announcement regarding ‘b& }"8
eamipaign would “be forthcomifty:
from New Jersey within afew days: 191
Motrow “took lunch® sat the: White, tray
Aho. laid: pe-|
-| fore. the~president his views _-on' tad ‘
questions pending in Mexico: City.

MNGRATION
eee eeell||s TAKE =

Angered bécatise. quests ‘at his fa¥m
be to please him, August -Waul-
Tariff Me Roe Tre: of ers

Ign,,61, shot one man-to death and|.
Minneapolis. bank Vices! ee

‘drys:
not: pu a ‘tall ticket: the field
few instances would prob-
aty apitidetes Senne t wet

wounded two. other ‘persons near
Tappan. yesterday. aullan was
in jail ee county. authori-
ties “prepared ‘to test “his sanity
Edmund G, Motl, 31; was killed.


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RAGE. SEVEN.
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| (P)—Seyen persons’ were —be-
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‘Saved as the barge Salvor’ went
down in & gale on Lake Michi-
gan off Muskegon this afternoon,
Those. believed. drewned. included

Coast’ Gyatd “Boat Battles

= Waves Six Hours to |

MUSKEGON, | Mich, Sept 26, |

Assoet
John J. Rasko
chairman of : the
tional committe
“ment to Minerva
Haven, Conn,
nounced,

six members of the crew and a

cook, &
washed ashore and six members of}
the crew were in’a Hospital here-in
«xhausted condition, Just «before

_ SAN- FRANCISCO, Sept. '26—(2)
‘Spiraling down to a perfect. land-
ing, Dieudonne Coste:<and. Lieut.
Maurice Belionte, “'Prénch —-trans-
Atliniti¢ fMHers, landed at. Mills field
at: 5:20" pifmy: today; five hours
and 1 minutes: after they hopped
ay engen Portland, Ore.”

ger! for
‘French
‘giver ia: Yespite-ifrom the
Om ‘their Amer-

té “bebroken

brief forma]

“Among those greeted Coste
the | field was’ a. cousin, Mrs.
of Redwood City.

o two: years ago the

promised his cousin’ he

Paris: and. visit

Edward “Winsercwski - of Detour;

{William Nelson

darkness fell two others. could. be
seen lashed to a derFick om the
barge. The gale was increasing in
intens'ty and had foiled all efforts

Were Gashing over the wreck and’
hittle hope was held for recovery!
alive ¢f£.the two men. Among those
Saved were two women, ;
The known dead: | -
*’ Lyman Nadeau, member of the
crew, and- Lornie Olmstead, 9
year old son of Mrs. Ida. Olm-
stead, who was brought to a hos-
ftabl eres hace

_. The missing:
Clinton © Lane,
Clarence Barnett,
gon; Clement Shurage and Tony
Winserowski of Detour, Mich.
Mrs. Olmstead and Alice La Plaunt
Sisters, of Sault Ste. Marie; Lloyd
O'Connor;:Detour, who was: found!
in--a field with a broken leg;
George Secord, Muskegon; Onnie;
La,Plaunt; Sault ‘Ste, Marie and}

“Harry” Smith,
all of Muske-

foreman of the barge crew,
padlmost. at. the “same time the

distress ‘twenty miles off Ludington,
Mich., in same gale. . Coast
guardsmen put out immediately. but
before. they. could reach “the
schooner: advices said its crew had
been” taken off by the freighter

MISSOURI DOCKS.

to geta line to the derrick. Waves}

wireless that the - schooner “Our!
Son,” with a crew of ‘seven was in!

CHICAGO

| Tonight, two bodies had been)

“FORE

CHICAGO, Sept
Board ‘of Trade d
to bar foreign £4
Selling grain fut
change.

Aroused by the
wheat. on. the C
Soviet. Russia,
board ordered its |
committee ta put
raids and price m
committee was adv
large short sales
as prima facie ¢€
pulation as disting
diniary hedging sa

Action of the
nounced in a teleg
of Agriculture
after the close of a
in’ which wheat f
ing any element. al
ers, slid down to b
familiar in 24 yea

Loss
The day's loss
cents a bushel,’ D
Teached 8014. cent
only 80 3-8 to 5-4
the pit that the
tion caused price
buyers displayed nx
large Canadian ¢€
drought reports f4
hemisphere. The
¢tine coincided

MUSKEGON, Mich. Sept. 26. (>)
-“The pastcnger ship Missouri ar-
Tived at Muskegon tonight several |

“While: they:-are here the “fliers

will be With medals struck!

hours overdue from Milwaukee, aft-j
fer—-battiing henry “seas. Fear hiad+
ybeen ‘expressed for iis. safety be-

reports of Rusé$ig
Liverpool.

Without |;
board “pe.

afterty

bbs

an. (cause Of the strong gale hwith has “Slee

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Lop PRAGA been heard fromit. 180

canghoe: Halk hang ft is)
was sitawn by. the mapas fe Ho
He also suggested ‘that | T@mman

be, presorited
bby the:bagayette
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réported to have made

remark to the inrhafe
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o have ac’ oe
hice. at ie - te hed
evangelize the world.
- Victous crimingt: Ihde.
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a Pg
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divide the country:

‘iter bis ‘spiritual
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neuncemnent xe

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foeainy- the!tnthe. i" past aeenas, ~“torttinied thie”

declared ne ttical. lendets 4

IRPLINES TD

Won from St, Louis, 5 to 2,

Killed eines

| Nicaragua

it —(P)}—One United States ma- |}

MANAGUA, Nicaragua. Oct.1.

Kine private was shot and killed
and another -slightly wounded
and «several bandits were killed
in an encounter six miles north

Of Condeda, in the Jino Tega

yesterday, it became
known hete tonight.
The marine killed was Private

i} Lawrence L. Culbreth; of Rose-’
if boro, .N. Cason of Lyle “L.

according—to the of-

| ficial announcement Of the en-

Mortally wounded in the clash
Which ' followed upon an am-
bush ofa squad of marines
by. bandits, Culbreth tdied in a

Application o
\pastor of Tri
(pal church,

\for a writ o
| denied “here

| Preme. court.
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{dio utterance
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(Of the Julian
tissue. “amour
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thus the -transeon* Ramsay “MacDonilit. meine minis

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(Left) Locked up for the night, San
Quentin inmates read and relax before
the “lights out” order. The photo
shows a typical cell in the big prison

The Story So Far:-

GKETCHINC G the joys and sorrows,
the tragedies and the humorous
incidents that make up life in the larg-
est penal institution in the world,
Doctor Stanley, known to convicts
as the “Chief Croaker,”’ has set down,
in preceding installments, many of the
behind-the-scenes observations he has
made in almost.a quarter of a century
of work in San Quentin Prison.

In Iast month’s article he described
some of the executions he has wit-

nessed and told how various killers |

reacted to their fate. In connection
with ‘the case of Gordon ‘Stewart

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joys and SOITOWS,; 7
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ake up life in the 5
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known to convicts °}
‘oaker,” has set down,
-allments, many of the =
og observations he has
uarter of a century
ientin Prison. © -

__ article he described
xecutions he has wit-
id how various killers

”

_ LEO LEONIDAS
STANLEY, M. D.

RESIDENT PHYSICIAN

California State Prison,
San Quentin

found Northcott lying on his mattress, breathing rather heavily,
his muscles strained, and in a condition much resembling
hysteria. The guard stated that while the priest was talking
to him, Northcott took a small vial, which he had hidden some-
where about his person, and swallowed the contents. From his
appearance, this looked to me to be another hoax; but more to
keep his mind occupied and to relieve the tension until ten
o’clock, the time set for the execution, I felt it would be ad-
visable to wash out his stomach. My assistants and myself
occupied ourselves with this for about thirty-five minutes.
It could readily be seen that he had not taken poison. I felt,
. however, it was better to keep him busy
than to let his mind revert to his impend-
ing doom. The stomach lavage was
finished about 9:45 am.
Northcott then felt hungry and asked for
something to eat, The guard had two
“i raw eggs outside the cell, which he boiled.
\ ie With some bread, the condemned boy ate
: : these witha relish. The clock was speedily
X travelling toward ten o’clock, and a few

RON in ie) minutes before the appointed time, the

(Above) Caged men get a bit of sunshine

inthe yard. (Right) The sleep-recording

instrument with which Doctor Stanley
experiments with convict subjects

Northcott, condemned slayer of almost a score of youths,
Doctor Stanley related details of a suicide hoax in which
Northcott figured. As the day of his execution approached,
unusual precautions were taken to prevent the youthful mur-
‘derer from taking his own life as he had threatened repeatedly

».to do. Shortly before Northcott was to take his last walk, a

| guard in the death cell telephoned Doctor Stanley.
» “Come up to the condemned cell!’ he cried breathlessly.
“He's done it!”’ ;
, The Story Continues:
—Part Four—

bo E excited guard’s panting came plainly over the wire.
~ “Done what?” I asked, casually.

“Taken poison!’

* +I went leisurely up the three flights of stairs and

¢

officials came in to lead him to the scaffold.
He apparently was not particularly fright-
ened about his fate, but he had a great
anxiety as to whether the rope would
“hurt”? him,

“You promise me it won’t hurt me, Doc-
tor?” he whimpered.

I assured him that no one had ever
complained of the pain. With this he
scemed to be satisfied, but insisted that a
handkerchief be tied over his eyes, so that
he would be blindfolded when he went
up the thirteen steps to the gallows trap.
This done, he was led away to his doom.

"THE approach of the Yuletide brings to most convicts the
bitter pangs of nostalgia—a longing for well-remembered
haunts, the heartening companionship of friends, a fireside,
and Christmas greetings of the loved ones at home. This is
perhaps the most trying time of the year for prisoners. The
night before Christmas they file into their cells and sit upon
their cots, silent and brooding. It is perhaps at this time
that the longing to be free is felt most keenly.

But, strangely enough, I found one inmate who was content
to remain. He was Ah Sin, a thirty-year-old Chinese, and
a hospital patient in the prison as the result of a strange malady.
Ah Sin admitted to me that he was in prison of his own volition.
Deliberately and purposely he planned and executed the forgery
of a small check, solely to gain entrance to California’s famed
walled city. Lolling on his cot in the convalescent ward of the

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He declared that he didn’t know his
own name but had read in newspapers
of the disappearance of the boy and,
finding some resemblance to himself,
had claimed the identity.

Within a week after the first horrible

story told by Sanford Clark, Gordon
Stewart Northcott and his mother,
Sarah Louise Northcott, were indicted
by the Riverside grand jury for the
slaying of Walter Collins.

Young Northcott was also charged

with the murder of the Mexican youth
and with a heinous crime against his
nephew, Clark.

District Attorney A. F. Ford sent
telegrams at once to. Frank B. Kellogg,
Secretary of State, asking aid of the
government in bringing about the ex-
tradition of the alleged killers.

Northcott, meanwhile, had maintained
perfect poise following his arrest in
Canada. He characterized the charges
as ridiculous,

“The charges,” he said, “were born in
the twisted brain of a boy who has read
too many wild tales and from a girl who
likes sensationalism and notoriety.”

Countering this statement, young
Clark's nineteen-year-old sister, who
had instigated the investigation, de-
clared that eleven boys had been killed
on the infamous murder farm,

She made her revelations through L.
P. Davis, a Naval Reserve officer of
Saskatoon, and told of murder threats
against herself which had caused her to
say nothing after her visit to the farm
and until she was safe across the line
in Canada. It was hinted that the visit
of Northcott and his mother to Canada
had been for the purpose of carrying
out these threats. It was further sug-
gested that three of the victims had
been buried alive.

But the efforts at extradition con-
tinued. The youth had won some sym-
pathy with his story of persecution
when on November 29 he was put on a
special car and started for Los Angeles.

Earle Redwine, prosecuting .attorney,
who had him in charge, began question-
ing the youth as the train pulled out.
For more than seven hours he kept

Northcott in conversation on the subject
of the charges against him.

As the train roared on, the excitement
of the prisoner seemed to grow apace
and suddenly he nrade an admission to
Redwine.

“TY did kill the Mexican boy,” he said.
“I shot him with a .22 rifle and pistol
and I carried the body to Puente on
horseback. I am willing to die because
I have nothing to live for.”

“How about the Winslow
Redwine asked.

“Oh, I think they'll turn up,” the
youth said, bursting into tears, “but I’m
not sure about the Collins boy. I didn’t
kill either of those.”

“What's this I hear about Mrs. North-
cott not being your mother?” the detec-
tive asked.

“There’s nothing to that,” the youth
replied.

For five days he was kept closely con-
fined in Los Angeles and then he started
by automobile for Riverside to answer
to the crimes with which he was
charged.

As he drew near to his destination,
Northcott suddenly demanded that the
car be stopped. .

“T want to tell you something,” he
told the officers. “There is no use of
my going any further till I tell it all,

“I did it,” Northcott calmly ’ an-
nounced, “I killed most of those boys.
There were nine of them altogether. I
killed five of them. Clark killed one and
the three were done away with by—

boys?”

‘+s others.”

Northcott’s Secret

HEN for the first time he revealed

the inside story of the horror ranch
at Riverside. For the first time, he re-
vealed the name of the beheaded Mexi-
can boy.

“That was Alvin Gothea,” he said.
“Some of them I never knew the names
of. There was one boy named Richard
—something,.

“Do you remember that little altar
there at the ranch. Well, I used to
make the boys kneel down there and
pray before I sent them to heaven.

“Killing Collins bothered me most. He

was my favorite. I killed him because
I was afraid somebody would take him
away from me. He was a darling boy.
I used to dress him up as a girl. Every-
body thought he was a girl. I was real
proud of him.

“Then after I killed him, I couldn't
bear to get rid of his body. I kept it in
the house three days before I could bury
it. I shot them with a .38 automatic.

“T’ve always been a misfit. There was
something the matter with me, I guess.

“Clark lies when he says I made him
kill. He killed Nelson Winslow on his
own and I had to help him bury the
body.”

In order to get him to talk further the
officers scoffed at his story.

“I'll take you to their graves,” he
flared. “I don’t want to be made out a
liar. Let’s hurry and find the bodies.”

On December 31, Mrs. Sarah Louise
Northcott, accused with her son, pleaded
guilty to her part in the slaying of
Walter Collins and was sentenced to
life imprisonment.

With the mother instinct still strong
in her, she tried to clear her son of blame.
Then, to the amazement of the court,
she declared that Gordon was not the
son of the senior Northcott but of an
unnamed British nobleman whom she
married at the age of fifteen in Saska-
toon.

When told of this
uttered a guffaw:

“She's crazy,” he, roared.

story, Gordon

Gordon Northcott pleaded not guilty

by reason of insanity when arraigned
a few days later. But on February 7
he was found guilty and sentenced to
death for the slaying of the Winslow
boys and.the Mexican youth.

“There were eleven altogether,” he
admitted to his jailers, naming the death
figure which his niece had given early
in the investigation. “I killed six and
the rest were killed by—others.” .

A little more than two years after tha
day when Sanford Clark stood in the
Juvenile Hall telling his incredible story,

“Gordon Stewart Northcott mounted the

stairs of the gallows in San Quentin and
was hanged by the neck till he was dead
—dead—tead.

Love Letter Clues Solved Miami’s Enigma

soldiers during the war. We had about

abandoned hope of any vital clue when ~

we discovered cleverly hidden under the
cape the name J. M, Hobson written in
ink. This wasn’t much but it was all
we had and we pinned our hopes on it.

Returning to headquarters we dis-
patched a telegram to the adjutant gen-
enal at Washington asking for informa-
tion concerning the man whose name
was on the coat.

While we were awaiting a reply the
coroner came around to the murder
theory and ordered a medical examina-

tion and inquest. And, surprisingly,
no trace of the cause of death could be
found,

The coroner’s jury brought in a verdict
of murder. ¥

On the heels of the verdict we re-
ceived a disheartening setback when the
army authorities telegraphed that there
was no record of a J. M. Hobson at the
war department. The coat, then, had

70

[Continued from page 53]

probably been sold at one of the in-
numerable Army and Navy stores.

As we undertook a systematic search
for J. M. Hobson other agencies of our
department began checking “missing
persons” reports over a wige area,

We were working fast but it was not
until three days after the finding of the
body that we located a justice of the
peace in Dania, Florida who informed ‘us
that a man named Hobson, but with
different initials from those on the
slicker, resided there and was planning
to be married.

Jester and I went to Dania and found
that Hobson, who worked for a grocery
company, had an excellent reputation
and would return that evening with his
bride.

My comrade and I hid in his apart-
ment in a rooming house and waited for
hours. Late at night we heard a key
scrape in the door downstairs, and soon
the door of his room swung open.

of the Missing Face

What a shock it was for him, when,
with his bride of a few hours on his
arm, he found himself confronted by two
police officers in the room where he had
Brought her.

“What are you doing here?” he de-
manded.

“Don’t get excited, sonny,” I reassured.

him. “We have a few questions to ask.
You'd better excuse your wife.”

The beautiful young girl clung to him.

“What do you.want with him?” she
demanded in a trembling voice. “If he’s
done anything, I want to go with him.”

Impressed by this youngster’s loyalty
for her man, we bundled them into a
car and motored to Miami.

Arriving at the station we quizzed
Hobson alone.

“Hobson, where did you leave your
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OPPENHEIMER, Jacob, white, hanged at Folsom (Marin) on July ll, 1913.

"Folsom, Caley Septe 19, 191l-Jake Oppenheimer, under sentence of death for murder,
today killed Francisco Quijada, also condemned to die, with a piece of iron bar in
the corridor of the prison here, The killing was the result of trouble that has ex-
isted between the 2 men for months, Both men figured in a recent attempted jail-
breaking, and were sentenced to haung under a new law which makes it a capital offense
for a life-termer to attempt to break jail. Oppenheimer is one of the most notoe
rious criminals of the west. He has killed two men, figured in several attempted

3H jail deliveries, and has been a most unruly prapeeers

"tT just wanted to addanother scalp to my belt,' is his only explanation of his
deed, After the eyneee in the stad re, Quijada staggered to his cell and expired,
The iron bar WXHAXG WEA XK E AAX@AK with which Oppenheimer made his mur-
drious assault was Pegaciioa from a prison bucket, Only a few days ago Quijada
informed Warden Reilly that he would cheerily meet his fate on the gallows if Op-
penheimer was hanged first, ‘If they hang him first I will ‘willingly put the

noose around my own neck,' he said," TENNESSEAN, Nashville, TN 9-20-1911 (16-).)


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sed CA March 5, 1B (LA Cpamty)

BY JACK HEISE

The viciousness of the dope-
crazed bandit terrified

even underworld iene, as
police scoured Los Angeles for
El Gato, to prevent a murder

they knew would take place

Dope-crazed killer bares his chest, above, and shows why he is called
“El Gato.” At right, officers lead captured bandit from his home.

Tire narcotics officer said: “We've got a canary that wants to sing.
Like to hear him?”

“What kind of a tune?” Captain Harry Didion ofthe Los Angeles
-Robbery Squad asked over the telephone.

“Something about a robbery.”

“Shall I come up?” ses

“No. I’ll bring him down.”

‘The sniveling, cringing dope addict was led into: Didion’s office on the
_left wing of the main floor of the Hall of Justice. Didion motioned the
frail, glassy-eyed creature to a chair. :

“You'll give me a break?” the addict whined.

Didion eyed the ravaged wreck of a youth in his early twenties and
said: ‘The best break you could get would be to take the cure.”

Shaking, as his claw-like hands clutched at the desk edge, the addict

DARING DETECTIVE, September, 1953.


vs why he is called
lit from his home.

that wants to sing.

of the Los Angeles

Jidion’s office on the
Didion motioned the

s early twenties and
e the cure.”

lesk edge, the addict

begged: “If I tell you about El Gato, you'll give

me a break ?”’

Didion pushed back from his desk and stood up
to walk around to the youth. “Who is El Gato?”

The addict ‘shriveled. “He'll kill me. You've
got to give me a break. El Gato will kill me.”

Didion seized’the youth by the shoulder and
demanded roughly : “Who is El Gato?”

a Cat—that’s what he calls himself. The
Bt te te : ;
Didion understood’ enough Mexican to know

El Gato meant the cat. “But what’s his name?” he
asked. ,
- “T don’t know. Honestly I don’t know,” ‘the
addict squeaked. “He is just. El’ Gato. He'll kill
me.”
The narcotics officer broke in: “I don’t think
this punk knows any other name. We’ve been over
it with him. He says this El. Gato is a main-line
heroin addict. He’s been pulling stickups to get
his ‘pops.’ If he’s hopped when he pulls -his jobs
he could be dangerous. You know how those guys
get.”

Didion knew. A doped gunman meant trouble. .

“Where did you pick up this joker?” Didion
asked,

“On the Southside.”

Didion questioned the addict for a description
of El Gato. It generally fitted a lone gunman who
had pulled a number_of stickups in that area.

Further, questioning only netted Didion the facts
that El Gato had been in the Los Angeles district
for a short time and the addict thought he had
served time in the New Mexico state penitentiary
at Santa Fe. ip

Didion made'a note to call New Mexico authori-
ties to see if they recognized the monicker of El
Gato.

Next, he put, ina call to, Sergeant George
Murphy at the 77th Street station, and gave him
the description of El Gato obtained from the
addict.

“George, you’ve had a couple of stickups out
your way that this guy might do for.”.

Murphy agreed. The description of the swarthy,
mean-faced El Gato could fit for two drugstores
and a liquor store robbery.

“Get your men working on the hipes,” Didion
ordered, “Haul in a few and see if they can rec-
ognize this guy’s fanciful monicker. He’s sup-
posed to be a tough hombre among the hop heads.”

“Right away,” Murphy promised.

Murphy and Detective D. E. Stevens took the

‘assignment for themselves. They made the known
hangouts for narcotic users. They asked about
El Gato—The Cat.

The information did not come easy. They were
sure Didion’s tip was right. But whoever El Gato
was, he had the other addicts scared stiff.

The weed-heads, hipes and hops they picked up
took the hell of a jail cell without narcotics rather
tHan open their lips to admit they knew such a
character. .

“He must be a plenty rough customer,” Stevens
grumbled after two days of fruitless questioning.
“He’s got/all the junkies buffaloed.”

“Let’s try El Tico,” Murphy suggested. “Some-
body ‘there should know him.”

El Tico is one of those dives the police find more
useful opened than closed. It is a known hangout
of underworld characters. The owner stayed out
of the clutches of the law by apparently supplying
no more than the building,-hot Mexican food,
drinks and a juke box for his unsavory customers.

The exterior is a simulated adobe front with a
garish neon sign. The interior is dingy and dimly
lighted, The detectives squinted as they went in
to survey the place.

A juke box blared fast Mexican music for a

couple of struggling dancers on the small floor.
A half-dozen men lounged along the bar. There
were groups in the booths on the far side of the
dance floor.
_ As the detectives stood in the doorway, the juke
box stopped. The dancers went back to their booths
and no one made a move to supply the next nickle.
There was an appreciable lull in the conversation
and activities.

All eyes turned toward the detectives.

*The eyes of Murphy and Stevens swept the
interior for familiar faces and walked slowly to
the end of the bar.

“A beer,” Stevens told the bartender.

The detectives commanded a view of the entire