The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-02-19
Squaring
The Circle
With
THE HOOSIER EDITOR

GO Machine Gun Jack McGurn is
~ deadl Shot in a bowling alley, of
all places. And only few months
/ ago he was described as a happily
we'd suburban husband who had
quit the racket.
1t was no mere accident that once
upon a time McGurn carried
machine gun around publicly with
him, in broad daylight, concealed
in a golf bag. He was then, so to
speak, mixing business with pleas
ure. For he was an inveterate
golfer.
Maj. Gen. Robert Tyndall had
some dealings with Machine Gun
Jack McGurn. They were in Florida,
when McGurn was hot and hunted.
He was playing golf on one of the
resort courses, in true gangland
affluence. Some of the peace Off
GERS, Federal men, heard of it, and
because Gen. Tyndall was with them
at the time they invited him to 90
along. He did.
THEY spotted McGurn on tee
Il far from the clubhouse and
they all surrounded him and moved
up. When they we're, unobserved,
within dealing distance, one of them
walked up to McGurn, who was
aiming for a 10-foot putt.
stick them up, McGurn, you're
surrounded" this armed Federal
man commanded.
McGurn was bent over, aiming
for the putt. He Strengthened up.
He looked to the right and saw
three agents, all with drawn guns.
He did not take his hands off the
putter. He looked to the left and
saw two more agents, likewise with
drawn guns.
He Said
AL right. I'll go. But wait until
I finish this putt"
Then he put his eye back on the
ball, took few practice wiggles,
and sank the 10-foot putt. Then he
went with them.
A MOTHER hoodlunl, more fashy
L. n but scarcely less deadly, took
every one off guard with cool
bit of audacity some time before
he met his end under the auspices
of the State Of Ohio.
He walked into the editorial
rooms of The Indianapolis Times,
that was even then printing
stories of the nation-w wide chase of
the Dillinger gang, whose path was
strewn with dead peace officers.
He walked up to the young lady
who is secretary to the editor and
asked, politely, if he might see
files for certain period not far
past.
He talked engagingly, and was
finally referred to the file room,
downstairs. He lost his way to it,
and asked the young lady at the
phone board where it was. She
later remarked that he was very
pleasant
He looked at the fles-contain-
ing Dillinger stories-and was
gone. Gone just a shade before
some one who had known him
during his earlier and less jumpy
residence in Indianapolis.
He was Harry Pierpont, the man
who police now believe was the
cruelest killer of numbering lot.
And the government, outraged at
his crimes, even then had a bounty
on his head
THEN there is the story about
l. Dillinger in Chicago which has
been denied by authorities, but
which nevertheless is true. Federal
men, having a tip he was in near
North Side night club with Evelyn
Freschette, raided it.
Telling no one what it was all
about, they ordered all persons to
stand up against the wall in the
! dimly lighted room. One of the Fed
eral men took charge. One after an
other he pointed to persons in The
line who obviously were not Dill
linger.
You may co. he would say, land
you may co.
He thus excused about Is of the
more than 100 persons in the place.
They then locked the doors and
searched every one exhaustively.
Evelyn was arrested and subsequent
ly sent to prison.
Dillinger was in that room when
it was raided. He had on gold