On this day back in 1931 Chicago bootlegger John Bakovatz took a nap. Bootlegging generally means long nights so we can see why John would snooze during the day. Little did John know that his nap would last an eternity.
Since the young kiddies were napping in the same room as pop, Mrs.
Bakovatz took the opportunity to go visit the neighbors leaving a quiet
house with no one to raise an alarm should somebody like, I don't know,
an underworld hitman come by. One wonders what John may have been
dreaming about. Perhaps visions of his ex partner, Sherlock (yes
Sherlock) Gasparino - who had recently fled the country because he was
afraid that he was going to be put on the spot - danced in his head. By
the way, as his name would imply, Sherlock was the smarter of the two
for there was indeed danger afoot.
As John lay there sawing logs, into his room crept one of those fellows
whom Sherlock feared. He approached the sleeping bootlegger and, wanting
to do his deed in silence, plunged an ice-pick into John. Nothing wakes
a man quicker than an ice pick in his person and now that John was awake
there was no need to be quiet so the killer pulled a gun and sent a
bullet into John's throat. John went back to sleep.
The melee didn't wake the kiddies, anyone who has had small children
knows that the tykes can sleep through anything. Not until John's
brother in-law showed up did anyone know something was amiss.