Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1912-08-02
DANNY M'BRlDE'S STORY.

In the days when masked burglaries
were in vogue, and all the villages
within one hundred miles of New
York were considered by these spe-
cial students of the dark lantern and
jimmy as the proper places for them
to visit, there was no more desperate
gang in the world than that led by
Danny Mcbride, who was a sort Of
hero among the lower class of citi-
zens in the old Second Ward. Danny
started out when quite young fellow
as a river pirate, and was just get
ting a knowledge of the business
when Jerry McAuley, who was after
ward converted and founded a mis-
sion, was in his former glory and had
pretty nearly all the ship captains on
the river front terrorized. There was
not the police protection at that time
that there is today, and no mans
property, or even life, was safe after
dark in certain sections of West,
South and Front streets.
Danny followed thieving on the bay
and river front for several years, but
the business was not very remunera-
tive, as most of the stuff which was
stolen was disposed of as old junk.
It was about as safe line of THE
very as there was going, because
Danny and his gang, which consisted
of Ben Harper, Skinny" Kelly, "Old
Man" Dobbs, Pete Beller and Jack
Opp, were such cold-blooded cut
threats and careless handlers Of the
knife and revolver that no one, not
even the police, cared about running
up against them. Every one of them
would kill before he would submit to
capture, and as they invariably went
together and had the sympathy of a
large number of persons in their
bailiwick, it was practically sure
death for any one who cared to test
their strength.
They were known as the greatest
collection Of rough-and-tumble fight
ers, and many bitter battle did they
have single-handed or together with
the champions of the Ninth, or
American Ward, as it was known at
that time. 1t was the toss of cent
who was the better man, Abe Hicks,
the American, or Danny Mcbride
And, although they had dozen fights
in which all the work was done while
they were lying in the street, they
always came out about even. The
last fight they had, John Morrissey
was the referee, and he was in SYM
NTH Mnpridn uinlc od
to be getting trifle the best of the
argument, and Morrissey interfered.
Then on the Morton street pier &C.
Cured one of the bloodiest fights that
ever took place in the Ninth Ward.
Mcbride went to the hospital covered
with wounds and glory, and it was
three months before he was able to
get out.
That Morrissey fight" said Nc
Bride, was the worst thing that ever
happened to me, for while | was in
the hospital the police got in on the
gang and landed Dobbs, Kelly and
Opp for killing sailor in West street.
They got twenty years each, all be-
cause | wasn't out to help them. This
broke up the old gang, and l could
not get good men together for a new
one, when l left the hospital, who
could be trusted.
ct was along about this time that
JEFF Reynolds, whose life I saved
when Billy Porter was trying to fill
him full of lead, came down from
Sing Sing after doing stretch Of ten
years, and the first thing he did was
to hunt me up. I was then under
cover for a highway trick on Staten
Island, but JEFF knew where to find
your uncle. When I found out that
the cops had no pipes on me for the
Staten Island job I went in with JEFF,
Ben Harper, Long Sam Wiley and
Spanish Forbes. Forbes was niger
and as clever a crook as ever knew.
He had a nerve that would carry him
through a stone wall.
'Jeff got up scheme to do the
towns on the East and Hudson River
fronts, and travel in sloop. I al
ways liked the water, and this just
suited me. We worked off the tricks
In the houses OF each side of the riv-
era one after the other, so as TO
throw down the police. All our sail
ing was done in the night, and Forbes,
who travelled on shore as beggar,
planted the places for US. 1t was
dead easy work, and more like a pic
aic than Gnyteing else, calling up peo-