New-York tribune., 1920-12-27

scars of knives and razors and his bedy
the marks of bullets even before ne
went to France. 1t IVES not surprising,
hen, that he was back under fire in so
hort time.
Fear was not in his makeup, or II it
vas no one ever boasted having brought
1t to the surface 1t took FIVE bullets
to finish him yesterday, and it was
quite evident as many persons had q
hand in getting the gangster out OF the
way. Those who knew "Monk" insist
the killing was not the result Of duel.
Dined ON Return From Front
He won the respect of his followers,
many Of them formerly his enemies, by
his daring, so that when the 9th Divl-
sion marched up Fifth Avenue "the
gang" was out in force to greet him.
After the main parade there was an
other on the lower East Side which
ended in a dinner to Eastman.
1t was a glorious occasion for monk
and might have been for the gang. too,
had their leader not thrown bomb
she'll filled with gloom into the midst
Of the party. In a speech telling his
friends and followers how he had seen
/ the light "oyer there" "Monk" informed
his henchmen he was through with the
old life. He had had his fling with the
guns. He had tried to do his bit and
he was going to become respectable
citizen if the Governor would only trust
him.
The Governor knew his Cherry Hill
and the old boys and was willing to
listen. SO when a petition signed by
all of the officers and members Of
Monks" outfit, asking that full citi-
zenship be restored to Private William
hk.l I,,{o nL1I I,
executive Offices at Albany, Governor
Smith looked over the war record, read
the Endorsements of prominent citizens
and gave Monk" his chance.
''Monk" Goes to Work
The gangs were gone-the old gangs
at least. So monk" went to work.
Charles Jones, who had known the
gangster for years, believed "Monk"
meant what he said, and took the gun
man and war hero into his garage at
229 East Twentieth Street. For several
months "Monk" seemed honest in his
desire to come back" in every sense
Of the word. In many interviews he
made this promise and at work as q
mechanic in the garage he seemed to
be keeping it.
Then he disappeared again.
1t was several months later that he
appeared in Williamsburg and in spite
of the fact that he had told police who
knew him that he was not monk"
Eastman any more and that he was
just plain William Delaney, citizen, he
worked on the docks as Edward East
man. The Christmas card found in
his pocket yesterday was addressed to
"E. Eastman"
He had overcome his East Side foes
and those of the boche he had tackled,
but he had not been able to defeat his
other enemies. Drugs and drink had
led him into evil ways again and had
e,lowed him to be done to death
Devoted to His Parents
Those who knew Eastman well tell
Of his devotion to his father and
mother. In the saloons Of the lower
East Side, where Monk" even after
he had moved his firearms and black
jacks away. was spoken of in awe, there
were found enthusiastic followers who
told how good he was to his parents.
Monk" was not q big man. He
weighed about 160 pounds and was five
feet six inches tall. He had black
hair. brown eyes and good teeth
But he was fearless and he was
quick until recently when the cocaine
finally robbed him Of his judgment
and sense of always having the drop
on his man. There is no evidence that
monk" lost his nerve in this latest
battle, which resulted in his deaf
Nor is there any evidence that he had
8 chance