Gangsters on a bender

Eighty–nine years ago today somebody(ies) picked up Harry Bender at the hotel he was living in and an hour later somebody(ies) dumped Harry in an empty lot in Queens with two bullets in his body and one in his head. Miraculously he was still conscious when taken to the hospital but, like a good gangster, he refused to tell the police anything. Even when his wife knelt at his bedside and begged him to tell the cops who shot him he responded by saying, "Never mind, that will be taken care of." Was it "taken care of"? Who knows, but there is no shortage of dead guys in suits so if you want to believe so I ain't gonna talk you out of it.

Pierced ear

Police called twenty-year old Leon Goldstein a "small time racketeer". His domain was the East New York section of Brooklyn where he extorted money from brothels, ran some smaller rackets and took part in a number of shootings. Since he was such a braggart his nickname around his neighborhood was "Ear Bender" and he often boasted that he would kill anyone for $50. Speaking of ears Leon caught a bullet behind his left one eighty-three years ago today and was dumped in Queens. He also took one to the chest. Police suspected that the murder was revenge for the killing of another hoodlum from the previous fall.

Yegg on his face

Now I did a few things during my college years that in retrospect probably weren’t to smart. I suspect most of us have but getting shot in the head by cop because of my own stupidity wasn’t one of them. Anyone else who can say the same please step forward... Not so fast Edgar Cook.

On this date way back in aught eight (of the previous century that is) eighteen year old Edgar Cook and his pal, twenty-one year old Howard Cole, both students of Columbia University decided that some collegiate nonsense was in order. So instead of getting drunk and paddling each others asses or going on a panty raid they figured it would be funsies to break into a small sundries booth that sold soda, tobacco and candy located at 123rd Street and Riverside Drive.

So there the brainiacs were trying to break into this kiosk when a cop, officer Hurton, shows up. They see him and run off. Hurton fires a shot into the air and Cole freezes. Hearing the shot another cop runs up and grabs Cole while Hurton chases Cook. Hurton fires another warning shot. College boy continues to run. Hurton ends both the chase and Cook’s semester by drilling him in the back of the head with a third and final shot.

“It’s my fault,” Cook admitted while laying in his own blood. “I was a blamed fool to run.”

Surprise

     At 4:30 am on this date in 1930, Patrolman Henry Steger was walking his beat in the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn. He approached the police box at Gardner and Meeker Avenues to report in to his station and there waiting for him, one on top of the other, were the bodies of 26-year old Anthony Calderone and 29-year old Salvatore Tavolino.

      At first officer Steger thought they were victims of a hit and run but his flashlight soon showed the bullet holes in their backs and necks. There was no blood at the scene and both men were from Manhattan so police determined that they had been killed in that city and brought over to Brooklyn to be dumped. At some point prior to his murder Calderone had done some shooting himself because a gun was found on his person with three shots missing. One reason for the shooting may have been revenge. Calderone and Tavolino were involved with six other men in a robbery and both men were released while the others were convicted so they may have been put on the spot for possibly squealing

Let's Twist again.

Has it been 107 years already? Well well time does fly. Anyways as it turns out, on this evening back in '08 (1900 and that is), 'Ol Kid Twist Zweifach himself went out to Coney Island for opening day with his pal Cyclone Louie. In tow were a couple of dames who earned their coinage as singers in the Coney Island resorts. The warbler with Kid Twist was the former twist for an Italian hood named Louie the Lump. To make a short story shorter guntoting Louie caught up with Kid Twist on the boardwalk and perforated both him and Cyclone Louie but good. If memory serves, once the Kid and Cyclone got their shares of lead they stumbled into a hotel's grand re-opening day flower display and spilled themselves amongst the blooms and bunting before expiring from this life. I guess they didn't see the sign in the lobby that read: No Spitting, No Cursing, No Getting Killed.

Two barrels for a two timer

Steve Spano was thirty-one years old, lived with his wife, three kids and his mother and was known as a leader of Italian voters. How being a leader of Italian voters results in a pay check, well, we'll assume there is a lot of paper work.
     While walking down the street on this date in 1921 Spano was cut down by a blast from a sawed off double barrel shotgun. Two men ran from the building where the shots came from and, there, police found the weapon. Perhaps it's the dangerous aspect of the job and not so much the paperwork that leads to a paycheck.
      While searching Spano's affects the police came across a picture of a woman in his pocket watch but it was not Mrs. Spano. When confronted with the photo Mrs. Spano, who said she was unaware that her husband carried around another woman's picture, said, "There was no other woman. No, no. Steve was a good man. We were married fifteen years. We were happy oh, so happy." The woman whose photo appeared in the watch was not questioned so could neither confirm nor deny the statement.

See

Told ya, creepy clowns have been around for ages. This one seems serial killer sinister where as the last one was more or less a desperate, disgruntled, knife toting clown. You can tell by the time consuming makeup and costuming that this guy takes his clowning and murdering very seriously.

Happy Mothers Day!

To any mothers who may stop by, enjoy your day.

IT.....started long ago.

Clowns are always the creepy bad guys. I think, in the name of political correctness, we need some red nosed sleuths to show that not every man who dons a pair of size 36 shoes, a baggy polka dot suit and whatever that collar thing the guy in the pic has is an evil menace. Perhaps Columbozo, Ko-Kojack, the Hardy Har Har Boys... DGIS now accepting all clown detective puns while supplies last.

Big Bad John

Thirty-three year old “Big” John Comstock, who police described as a “Notorious swindler at the wire tapping game.” was killed on this date back in 1904 as a result of his coming to the aid of young lady.

During the evening of May 4, another West side gangster named William “Lefty Donnelly” Donlon, attacked a young woman and Comstock, along with a few other men, came to her aid. Afterwards, Comstock retired to a saloon for the evening. At 8:30 the following morning Comstock was still sitting at the bar ( an enviable life) when “Lefty Donnelly” entered and shot him twice. Unfortunately for “Lefty” two cops were nearby and arrested him as he tried to leave. Fortunately for "Lefty" “Big” John adhered to that old gangster code and died later that evening refusing to name Donlon as his killer.