The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1922-02-05

capable hands the rule of Morello had been
Entrusted against the day of the old
masters return, were shot to death in
Brooklyn. Salvatore Lo Jacano, who was
reared in the Morello school, but who blew
hot and cold alternately until he was not
trusted by the padrone, succeeded to
brief authority and in short time he
Joined the innumerable caravan. The old
gang was split into the pro and anti
Morellos and the factions began to solve
for the police an awkward situation by
killing off each other.
l will not attempt to itemize these kill
ings. 1t does seem to be a shame that they
stopped. Very briefly I will set down the
method that was in vogue in these killings
One Peccora went to Atlanta to see Morello
and returned to advise Lo Jacano that the
ton was not at all to. the liking of the
master. Would 10 Jacano resign; get out
of New York?
Lo Jacano would not. That is, he would
other hand, representative members of the
local chapter Of the Malta came to him and
asked him to abdicate he would bow to the
will Of his people. 1t was Guillamo Cecce,
courier like Peccora, who took the news to
Morello in Atlanta.
Lo Jacano was murdered in his own
house two days after Cecce returned from
Atlanta. You are compelled to admit q
certain degree of business efficiency about
the Morello organization. But the guns
barked too freely and the knives slasned
too often. Morello was literally shot and
carved away from his throne. He was re-
leased from prison knowing that his return
to New York would be tantamount TO his
jumping into the river with an anvil tied
to his neck. He knew he was through and
his successors in power knew he knew
The old crimes to avoid punishment for
which he left Italy for America had become
outlawed. 1t was safe to return to the
old country. He did just that, taking the
boat at Newport News. What was the use
running the New York risk? Besides, an
other man was serving time in the peniten.
tiary of Civita Vecchia for the murder of
Giovanni Vella the chief of Sylvan Guards.
The unhappy prisoner is Francesca Orto-
leva He has been in his cell twenty-five
years.
His Career So Varied
Connected Tale Is Impossible
/ fail to tell connected story of Mo-
relic, inasmuch as there was no long sus-
tanned phase to his career. His activities
were multifarious as well as nefarious. He
struck where the striking was good.
Therefore I am setting down merely a
series of pictures of the man. Probably
/ would do well to close with the story of
Luigi Bono, who gave the Secret Service
some of the evidence that sent Morello to
prison.
Luigi Bono was a grocer at 164 West
Houston street. He had paid tribute to
Morello in the usual ways, and, like others,
had become rather tired of 1t. When he
saw the handouts on Morello he managed
to find courage enough to tell us what he
knew. His testimony helped us lot.
Luigi lived with his wife and innumer.
able children in a fiat on the top floor of Q
Hancock street. Not so long after Morello
went to Jail Luigi became suspicious that,
despite the iron bars that detained the old
Malta boss, his murderous spirit still
stalked through the italian quarter Luigi
received notes telling him that he was not
overpopular for his testifying. He was
raided by Morello's free lieutenants, who
took what they pleased of his and slapped
his jaws when he protested!
One night he closed his shop at o'clock
telling HIS business partner, Rosario Lapi-
cola, that he was going home. On the
street he met one Of his children. He sent
word to Mrs. Bono that he would be home
no later than 10 o'clock. Midnight arrived,
but Luigi Bono didn't. Mrs. Bono aroused
the neighborhood.
They searched the streets and then the
roofs. The latter produced the goods.
They found Luigi utterly dead, with note
pinned to his cheek with a hatpin. The
note read:
This man was Morello's enemy"
They had gone to some pains to make
the killing impressive. They had removed
Luigis ears and then his tongue. They
cleft HIS skull with Ratchet. Ordinarily
that would have been sufficient, one would
think but this was no ordinary case. They
cut few cabalistic signs In his chest and
legs and called 1t night.
Probably you are a bit tired of Giuseppe
Morello by this time. Very well, I shall
stop. But you may take my word for K,
you are no more tired of him than we were.