The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-07-24
DILLINGER HEARSE COMING HOME
WITH BODY OF SLAIN OUTLAW
Led by Police Escort, Cara
van Heads for Indiana
Roads.
FATHER IN FRONT SEAT
1t Was a Woman Who Did
It, He MutterS as He
Leaves.
BY Times Staff Correspondent

I'm ROUTE III INDIAN
APOLIS, July 24.-Through
crowded Chicago streets. past
smoking steel mills, and back
to his native state, John Dill
niger came home today.
Mobs of curious and morbid
ChicagOans and Hoosiers
trailed the funeral cortege out
of the Windy city in an at
tempt to get one last peep of
the remains of the man who
left Indiana via a crudely
carved wooden gun and came
back in a cheap wooden
caSket.
Every wayside filling station and
town on U. S. Road Al added its
groups to the curious thousands
whose eyes pierced the hearse in
an attempt to make out the Sor-
rowing old man, John Dillinger ST.,
who rode for the last time with his
son.
The route of the cortege to Indi-
annapolis was over Highway Al to its
junction with state road No. So, and
thence due south past Lafayette
into Indianapolis.
Cops Bawl at Crowd
The body, all that remained of
the bullet-riddled corpse of a son,
who was the nations terror, was
turned over to the father shortly
before noon.
Into a small north side UNDER
taking establishment three burly,
sweating policemen carried the bull
let-riddled remains in wicker
basket.
A squad Of bluecoats roughly
! bowled at the crowd to get back and
let them through.
The father, a 7O-year-old Quaker
farmer, gazed silently at the basket.
He leaned on the arm of another
son, Hubert, 26-year-old half
brother of the murderous John.
The father was deeply affected as
he gazed on the body of his son, laid
out on an ordinary roller cot and
covered with a plain white sheet.
MY Som" He Weeps
He wept. Leaning heavily on HUI
berts arm he exclaimed:
my SON."
Hubert remained calm and dis
played no emotion as he helped his
father to a room upstairs, where
the two waited until preparations
we're completed for starting the
long, hot ride back to Indiana.
The lawn and street outside the
undertaking establishment were
crowded. Extra squads of police
we're required to control the situ-
alton.
Tottering as he was taken to the
upstairs room by Hubert, the aged
man asked for glass Of ice water.
It was handed to him.
The Times writer asked him what
he thought Of his dead sons morgue
appearance.
COrrObOrates Identification
Il would have known him any,
where, even though he was cahnged
considerably he said as he def
nitely accepted police identifica-
ton Of the nations most hunted
mobster.
The aged man said, however, that
he did not believe strangers would
have known his SON
"a woman, I know, put my son
where he is, he muttered. L know
it. 1t was a woman He moved
his toil-bent body backward and
forward in rocker, tanning himself
and occasionally giving hitch to
his red "ganuses."
Mooresville will look pretty good
to me when I get back. It's a long
ways I've been, but theer are just a
few more miles to home" he con-
Guided, just before he stepped into
the hearse.
AS police sirens screamed, the
hearse and its cavalcade Of report
ers' cars left the Sheridan road
mortuary bearing an old man down
a road with his son on the last few
miles" 10 homeland to cemetery
marker that in a few days will have
the fresh carved name John Dill
linger Jr., Died July %, Chicago
III"
John Dillinger was coming home.
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