The Washington times., 1934-07-23
Federal Men Gave Up
All Idea of Taking
Desperate Alive
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what seemed a boy, the features
as though at rest and only an
ugly, bleeding hole under the left
eye, such as a boy might have
gotten in a street fight.
His arms were bruised from the
fall and the humping in the
wagon.
Signs Of Fatal Finish
But, under his heart were two
little black, bleeding holes, clean
and fresh. These could not have
been anything but what they were.
That part Of John Dillinger did
not look as though it was a boys
hurt-it was the fatal finish Of a
cold-blooded killer and not half Of
what he had given Policeman
OMalley, in East Chicago in the
bank robbery when he cut the po-
liceman almost in half with q
machine-gun.
The marks Of the garters were
still in the skin Of his sturdy
calves, the only part Of him that
looked like any part Of a strong
man. His arms were slender,
even emaciated. But his legs were
powerful looking. His feet were
neat and almost womanish, after
the white sox and white shoes had
been taken from them.
In Shabby Clothes
His clothes were shabby with
still an attempt at smartness.
The white shirt was cheap. the
gray flannel trousers and the un'
initiated belt-buckle were base
ment-counter merchandise. His
maroon and white print tie might
have cost half dollar. In his
pockets were $40 and a few keys
and a watch in which was the
picture Of woman.
The Bureau Of Identification
men were on the job in jifty.
They proved up the fingerprintS,
though they had been treated
with a biting acid in an effort
to obliterate the telltale. But
the deltas and cores were un-
mistakable.
Behind the ears were well. done
scars of a face-lifting job by a
plastic specialist. A mole on Dill
iinger's forehead had been trimmed
off rather we'll. His hair. by
rights sandy, had been painted
a muddy black with a poor grade
Of dye. So had his mustache.
Ladies' Man
The one identifying mark,
known around the globe as the
Dillinger characteristic. was there.
And even in death he looked just
like the Dillinger we all knew
from the photographs. Probably
the last breath of his ego.
Dillinger was a ladies' man. He
didn't want to be picked up and
identified by a rube sheriff. But,
still, he wanted to whisper to a
new sweetie in the condolences
Of the night:
"Baby, can trust yOu-rm
John Dillinger!"
And she would lcok, and-he
was! That mustache!
Having gone to astounding
lengths to change his inconspicu-
Gus identifying marks, with the
necessary aid and advice Of ex-
pert medical men, he had still re-
fused to shave off that familiar
trademark that every newspaper
reader could see with eyes shut.
No More Dimple
A scar on his chin had been
reopened and smoothed up some.
but not very convincingly. The
droop at the left corner of his
mouth was unmistakably intact.
But the most striking + facial
change was in the tightening Of
the skin on his chin, almost com.
pletely killing his dimple, which
was almost as widely known as
his InouStache.
Gold-rimmed eyeglasses fell off
his face as he toppled over.
These, one Of the most ama-
teuriSh elements in disguise, did
change his appearance decisively,
the police tell me.
The Federal office, as usual.
issued contradictory statements
and frankly admitted that GER
tain information would not be
given out.
OF the ~ men who worked
with Purvis, one was Capt. Tim
O'Neill, Of East Chicago, and
four others were O'Neill's men.
PurviS said they were there by
chance and he had taken them
in on the big adventure. A Sec
ond statement also gave forth
that Purvis had seen Dillinger
enter as well as leave the thea.
ter.
Woman HurrieS Away
AS Dillinger emerged, walking
near him were two youngish
women, one of them wearing a
red dress. Hundreds were leav-
ing the house at the time and
almost any number of women
would naturally have been near
him.
But the one with the red dress
hurried I'D the allev and fOllr