The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-08-22
Two Policemen Went
 Down By Fusilade
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there an hour, inside were the other two bodies. The car was a sight.
 The automobile was literally peppered with gun shot.
 "F'rightened?' Agg questioned, and answered his own question:
 Nobody was frighteNed. They were more anxious to sec 1t than they were to go into the Inwood Ca .theater) fthere.' .y
 The theater is just five doors away from the scene of the end of the battle. Hundreds of women and children were visible in up- stairs windows. Other hundreds thronged the streets for blocks.
 "I guess everybody felt safe when they saw cops on the running boards of the cars chasing the ban dits. I know l did"
 Another taxi driver. who piIoted q machine in the. thick of the shooting, added his story to that of Agg.
 He was William Nugent n920 Webster avenue. Br0nx). out of work six. months. and q taxi driver three or four days His wife is i'll at Saranac.
 Tt was q slow day. My share of the take was about 45 cents. Then those cars speeded past. 1 decided to follow.
 During the shooting, detective Riley and traffic cop piled into the car A patrol come by, and kiley yelled to them don't shoot They thought we were the bandits.
 By this time two tires had been shot flat. Riley put Q bullet into the bandit cars gas tank. We caught them when that truck back ed out. The cops blazed away at the men in the cab.
 "Im through with hacking. No more for me. I'll starve first"
 The little girl mortally wounded was hit as she sat beside her mother, soon to give birth to an- other child. The two were in the car driven by John Lopez. a city fireman. Both parents were ln- jured.
 One bullet hit the youngster, Glor- ia, above the right eye, one In the throat and another in the neck. The mother was hurt by flying glass and Is suffering shock, and the fa- ther received superficial bullet wound. -.-fs.
 Hope for the survival of the little girl was abandoned near midnight by physicians at Morrisiannaa hos- pital.
 A blood transmission revived hope momentarily, but not long after she began to sink. The mother sat at the bedside.
 Hours after the battle, police and witnesses had not entirely pieccd together the story of what happen cd. To the best of their knowledge, this Is the story of the gunfght:
 One hundred and thirty employees of the Mandoza fur dyeing company (712 East 133rd street) awaited the weekly payroll $4,619. at 4:45 manager Lloyd Fomhof arrived from the Bronx County Trust co. beside him was patrolman Walter J. Webb, a guard.
 Their car turned to enter the al- ley. The guard started to alight. Two bandits leaped at him. One got the satchel of money from Fomhof. The other fired at Webb, the bullet ripping through the po- llceman's shield his lung and heart. He dropped, his hand on atrigger.
 Fomhof screamed his way into the building. The bandits leaped in- to the car and speeded away.
 Mitchell Fraill, IS, saw them speed away. He had witnessed the holdup and murder.
 Upstairs, Fslnces Sameck, phone operator, called police.
 At Mckinley Square the bandits meanwhile had abandoned their sedan and leaped into taxicab waiting them. The driver was Her bert Haas, 39, I117 Grant ave- nue). Motorcycle Patrolman Edwin Churchill, gun drawn, streaked into view. He fired. The bandits re- turned the fire, two for one. Their first bullet sprawled him of the machine. and six more bullets were drilled into his senseless body.
 Churchill lived four hours!
 Fireman Vincent Hyde picked up Churchill's revolver, reloaded, emptied the gun. and in turn was shot down, the policeman's gun clattering to the street for the sec ond time. Then the taxicab cruised past the Lopez car. bullets flying. Ralph B. Katz. driving another taxicab, drove within range. A bull let shattered his windshield, both bullet and glass wounding him. By this time the bandit car was trailed by police cars, civilian cars loaded with police. 30 or more ma chimes from whose running boards police guns spit lead.
 PatroImen Albert Walker. Albert