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Thursday, December 18, 2014

S'long Legs

Eighty-Three years ago today internationally famous New York gangster Jack "Legs" Diamond was sent the way of all gangster flesh. Early in the a.m. as the prince of gangsters lay in drunken slumber two guys made there way into his bedroom. Moments later the sugar plums that were dancing in Jack's head had to make away for a number of .38 slugs. Click on Kiki above, she was with him earlier when he was getting blotto.

You can read all about him here.



Monday, December 15, 2014

Beware the Ides of December

T'was just about 6:00a.m., in New York City, on this date way back in 1927 when Richard Lubey crossed the threshold into his apartment after a long night of managing his speakeasy. At the ripe old age of six and twenty years, Lubey had many a crime attributed to him, crimes like gun possession, robbery and counterfeiting.

Anywho-ville, his wife who slumbered in the next room, heard him enter and begin to disrobe. First his coat and then his vest. But before anymore articles of clothing could be removed there was a rapping, some might say a gentle tapping, a tapping at the apartment door. "Tis some gangster," Lubey muttered, "tapping at my apartment door. Only this and nothing more."

Mrs. Lubey heard him answer the door but paid no attention to the conversation he had with the early morning visitor.
Ah, but she would henceforth remember/what happened next in that bleak December/ when from the underworld came forth a member/ come to settle a bootlegging score.
A bullet lodged above her bed/ which first passed through her husband's head/ her husband who now lay dead, dead upon the foyer floor.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

The King is dead

Early in the A.M. on this date back in 1926 Philadelphia underworld sort, Leo Brown, aka, King of the Greeks, drained his final cocktail at a hotel bar and stepped into the dance room - Leo had been on the spot before on both sides of the gun. He was shot the previous year and recovered and just the past October he was picked up and stuck with a murder charge. - Barely inside the dance parlor some one approached Leo and it wasn't a prospective partner looking to do the Foxtrot. The King caught on and drew his gun but it was to late.  A number of shots were fired and Leo crumpled to the dance floor dead. A guy named "Red" Healy was picked up the following day but the coppers couldn't get him to spill it.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Not a very happy soul



Hello children gather around for a nice story. Eighty-eight years ago this morning at 3:00am a patrolman was walking his beat in Harlem when a parade led by a snowman came by, of course he hollored "Stop!"...

I did it again.

Truth be told there was no snowman.

A large touring car however did speed past him. The cop immediately blew his whistle and the car came to a stop, that's kind of close.


 As the officer approached the auto, the door opened and what looked like a bundle of laundry was tossed out. Surprise, it wasn't laundry, it was thirty-four year old Dominick Alvero. He had been shot four times in the head, once in the neck and once in the hip. Frosty the Hitman & co. sped off. Last thing the cop heard from the sedan was "Catch me if you can."

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Anonymous party of two, Anonmymous

Was this morning in 1928 when some early birds came to an intersection in Chicago Heights and found...a magic hat which they placed on a snowman who miraculously came to life...just kidding, it wasn't a magic hat they found but a dead body with four bullets in the head and neck.

Now I feel bad.

Here you were thinking you were going to be treated to a nice holiday story and I talk about dead gangsters...let's try again shall we? While Chicagoans were trying to figure out who was blocking their intersection, on this date back in 1928, about four hundred miles away in Mount Clemens, Michigan a trucker was hauling produce to Detroit when something off to the side of the road caught his eye. He put on the breaks. Jumping to the road he ran up and found a magic hat. He put it on the nearest snowman who then began to dance around....ok, I lied again. He didn't find a hat it was dead gangster who had been shot and then his body lit on fire.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Unlucky Luciano

Eighty-four years ago last night, also a Sunday, Nick Luciano, called “Cheeks” because of a long scar on the right side of his face, was invited to a small dinner party at a “grimy” lower Eastside restaurant. After nearly a year of seclusion in Bayonne, NJ Luciano gladly accepted the invitation. You see, the reason Nick was in Jersey was because he squealed on some former gun toters he palled around with which ended up with them going to the chair. These guys had friends and Nick knew they weren't going to let bygones be bygones.

     So into New York Nick went. The party, consisting of four other men and three women, was going well and all seemed to be having a good time when at 4:00am the next morning an undetermined number of men entered the restaurant and made their way to the back room where Luciano and his cohorts were having their fun. The men approached the party and pulled out pistols. Knowing Luciano’s history, the men and women who were a moment before partying with him all quickly vacated the premises and left “Cheeks” to his fate. Once they had him isolated the gunmen opened up and perforated Nick with twenty bullets.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Pulpy goodness

"Sorry to have kept you waiting"