The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-12-03

bloodiest escape plot in the recent history of the prison.
 First, the convicts, all clad tn prison-gray jacket and trousers, secreted themselves in one of the buildings against the rear stone wall of the institution, fronting the Boston & Maine tracks.
 As the truck, owned by the D. J. Holland Trucking company, ccm- pleted the delivery of potatoes within the prison walls, the five men dashed from their hiding place and boarded the truck. Richards, the driver, was bludgeoned to death with Q heavy iron pipe the prison- CTS apparently had picked up in the prison grounds. Then he was tossed out.
 One of the plotters slid into the drivers seat but soon discovered that his path was blocked by al1- ether truck. Hastily they trans- ferred to the truck ahead and, driv- ing at full speed, crashed through the partly-closed gates.
 Raced to R. R. Yard
 Once outside the walls, the quin- tette hastily abandoned the truck and raced into the railroad yard.
 Guards in coops high on the far walls of the prison espied the fugi- tives and opened fire with long range rifles.
 How the escaping Naples met his death was described to the United Press by an eyewitness, Anthony Slupstikas, 19, of South Boston, who was standing in the freight yards awaiting a job as a handler.
 T saw the men running into the freight yards with one guard chas- ing them," the youth recounted.
 "One of the convicts tripped and fell. He started to get up with his arms outspread. It looked to me as though he wanted to surren- der.
 "But the guard fired twice and the prisoner apparently was killed instantly"
 The lone guard who pursued and slew Naples soon was supplemented by every available prison officer, while over the read from Boston police headquarters came cruiser cars loaded with policemen armed with riot guns and tear gas.
 Meanwhile, prison officials, fear full that 900 other convicts might take advantage of the confusion te fire the penitentiary, summoned fire apparatus.
 Scenes of widest disorder de. veloped outside the snoke-blackenee prison as police, firemen, ano thousands of the curious milleo about the streets.
 Fire sirens screamed necessarily to warn householders in the con- gested tenement district against in- vasions by the fugitive desperadoes
 From within the gray walls came the monotonous drone of prisoners yammering.
 Into the railroad yards poured a small army of police and guards with orders to shoot to kill, if neces- Sary.
 Rifles, Rev0lverS Cracked
 Rifles and revolvers cracked as the pursuers, racing along the tracks toward Somerville, caught ar occasional glimpse of a fugitive Freight cars standing throughout the yard offered natural barriers of which the fleeing convicts were quick to take advantage. First to be retaken were Edward McArdle, sentenced from Middle sex county yto 8 to 10 years, and Charles O,Brien of Brighton, serv- ing 3 to 5 years. They surrendered at gunpoint without resistance when officers closed in on them. As the manhunt progressed, State Correction Commissioner Arthur T. Lyman arrived and took personal charge.
 . It developed that after getting free from the prison, Joyce and McManus had communicated a