The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1919-03-20
WOMAN F0ILS
BANK BANDITS
Refuses to Throw Up Hands
and Saves $4,000 in Free
port, L. l., Vaults.
TWO ROBBERS CAPTURED
Third Man Escapes to Woods,
but an Arrest Is Made Later
in Manhattan.
TWO ROBBERS CAPTURED

A young woman OF Freeport. a sleepy
oyster and fish post village OF Nassau
county. was within forefihgers con-
traction OF sudden death yesterday, but
feminine disregard OF the logic of shoot
ing arms very probably saved to the
First National Bank for which she clerks
vault full OF cash and securitles-sIo,-
ono at least
Kraft, the cashier, obedient with the
rest of the men of the staff when three
amateur bandits invaded the tidy little
bank and ordered all present to reach
for the ceiling, saw the pistol finger OF
the tall leader begin to contract as Flor
ence Noen the clerk. lowered her hands
and ran for the directors room at the
back Of the counting room. One more
nervous twitch OF that foreHnger at the
trigger would have done for Florence, as
the girl was not ten feet away from the
leader. but his momentary hesitation
and the rapidity with which she fitted
around the corner saved her life and the
banks reserve cash.
BunEiesome Bandits Caught.
'tci coSdpt sCrdT1Dleu tne uellDeratlOn
OF the robbers. shook their minds with
panic. FASTENED their inept programme
and tnpelled them to work so fast and
blindly that they took time only to grab
theecontents of the first till they came
10, less than $4,000. and caused them to
overlook not only $1,000 more In 800
and $50 bills, but the vault itself where
rich loot was accessible. Their subse-
auent attempt to escape was so stupidity
conceived that within an hour two of
them had run straight into the OUT
stretched arms OF the Jamaica police
and man accused of being the third
. was arrested in Manhattan last night
SO Miss Noon became the village heroine
the leading woman OF real life cinema
with as many punches" as a real drama
OF the more or less Wild West
browsing through the rainy morning
Freeport was still alert enough Just be-
fore IL A. NJ. yesterday to note the &C.
centric conduct of a big blue Hudson
motor car. which came into the village
by Main street. rolled along to Railroad
avenue and the Long Island depot,
turned again for half dozen blocks
reversed its progress and finally drew
up In front of the First National Bank, |
. two story building OF stone Two
young men. roughly dressed and wearing
caps, jumped from the tonneau, swept
the deserted street with rapid glance
ana then walked easily into the bank |
The driver Of the car followed within !
minute or two.
There were only two customers in the |
counting room, Mrs. Emily Wallace and |
man whose name escaped contempt
rary history. But all Of the bank staff |
were at work except Roswell Davis, |
president of the First National, and the |
two vice-presidents. John Eldridge and |
c. Milton Foreman. William 8. Kraft, |
the cashier. was not at his desk. as Ii |
HANGED. but was busy at the front of |
the room. G.. Edwin Hemming, the pay |
Ing teller was at his wicket and the rest |
OF the staff. Austin Wood Mary B. |
Davis. the presidents daughter, Kaths-
rine Colwin, and Miss Noon were en-
gagged in tho usual routine.
Hands Up. All of You!
To Henmhgs window strobe the |
obvious leader OF the trio. a tall lank |
Fellow buttoned up in long raincoat |
and with the visor Of a brown cap
pulled low over his forehead. Regarding |
Hemming through tortoise shell spectacles
he asked for the change OF a $40 bill.
As Hemming sorted out NE change
Speetacles poked revolver through the |
indow and yelled: Hands up. every
command was obeyed with extreme celer-
lily, even Miss Noon for the moment |
obliging this violent spoken male person
AS the tapleau v7s formed Spectacles |
made Hemming III, } k the door opening
into the protective krating from the de-
positors' side of the counting ROOM
stepped through the door and was about |
to rifle cash drawers and vault too, no |
doubt. when Miss Noon decided that she |
was weary OF a disagreenble pose. Down |
came her hands She turned and ran
for the directors room half a dozen
steps from her desk. Spectacles whirled |
as his hands fumbled with the cash
drawer. His revolver settled down 90 a
line with the middle of Miss Moons
back. Kraft. whose arms still formed
two sides of an acute angle, felt his
hair lift when he saw the robbers vicious
glance following Miss Noon and saw the
mans trigger finger stiffen. But Spec