John William Tuohy lives in Washington DC

By Chance. A short story by John William Tuohy

There is One topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred to all rational mortals namely their distempers. If you have not slept or if you have slept or if you have headache or sciatica or leprosy or thunder-stroke I beseech you by all angels to hold your peace and not pollute the morning. Emerson

300 quotes from Emerson

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What is love………….

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love! Victor Hugo 

 By Chance
A short story by
John William Tuohy

Shelly spoke loudly into the phone as she walked across the room, “Mommy will be home shortly.”
Reaching a patch of empty hallway near the bathroom doors, she hushed her tone and hissed into the phone, “You’ll get paid when I have the money. I don’t know when that will be.
She paused and listened and then snapped “Then sue me, go ahead. Fine.”
She slammed the phone shut and sighed deeply, her eyes focused on the dingy gray wall in front of her. They were going to turn the phone off any minute now. She was not sure how much more of this she could take, but for the sake of her daughter she would take as much as the world dished out, because she was one hell of a good woman.
“Bill collectors?” a deep voice behind her said. “They try to shake you up. Don’t worry about it.”
Embarrassed, she did her best to muster a weak smile and nodded. She looked into the main dining hall. If he heard her, did they hear her? She would die if they did.
“So I see you’re not wearing a ring over here,” the man said, each word taxed by a strong, guttural accent heard only in the Valley.
Her heart sank. She was in no mood for this. “But I see you are,” she snapped.
Surprised, he looked down at the gold band on his finger and said, “I guess I should take that off, huh?”
She sensed he was not being sarcastic or coy and there was a look of sincere questioning in his eyes, but no one, she reckoned, could be that stupid.
“If I were a cheating piece of scum,” she said brushing past him, “I would.”
He recoiled, stung by her words that lit into him one by one, like burning arrows.
“It’s not like that,” he said, almost shouting, but he did not shout because it was not his way. “I’m separated and not divorced yet. You just—it’s just takin’ it off you know, it’s — um.” He threw up his arms and looked to the left, “I jumped the gun on that one. I’m sorry. I’m new at picking women up.”
She could tell they were honest words spoken by an honest man.
“You laid that on with a trowel.” She smiled but the words came out sounding harsher then she intended and because he was looking at the floor when she spoke, he missed the adjoining smile.
“I didn’t mean picking up women in that sense, what I meant was,” he threw his hands in the air, totally and completely defeated. “I work with my hands.” He showed her his palms. “Words and me, forget it. I’m sorry.”
She felt sorry for him. He was a human being in deeply over his head and he had resigned himself to drowning. He seemed like a nice guy and he was handsome, but— She said softly, “I’m real flattered and all, but I don’t date guys who are separated. I’m sorry but there’s just too much baggage with that. I’m really sorry.”
Sal stood to his full, considerable height, and mustering what little dignity he felt he had left he said bravely, “No problem. No big deal. I understand completely. In fact, that’s a smart move.”
“I have a daughter,” she continued. “It could confuse her”
Embarrassed, he stared across the aisle at a homely, heavy-set young lady in a red dress who seemed to be hiding herself in a booth far in the back.
I’m not being mean or anything, it’s just that—”
“I understand,” he said with a smile she liked instantly. “Separated people, they got issues and suitcases, like you said.”
“Yeah, and luggage, you name it,” he said.
She stopped leaving. It seemed like the decent thing to do. He needed to talk and she felt compelled to listen.
She nodded and gave him the slightest of smiles.
“I hate this singles thing,” he said more to himself than to her. “At my age, and after fifteen years of marriage, you just feel like you should get some sort of seniority rating, privileges of rank. But you don’t. You just have to start over again. And I want to start over again, but I don’t want to. You understand that?”
She had to laugh. She understood it exactly. “Oh, brother,” she said with a wave, “believe me, I do.” She was glad she had stopped leaving.
He didn’t hear her. He was talking to himself aloud. “The thing is,” he said never moving his gaze away from the picture, “I don’t know what happened. Over the years, things steamrolled, and the next thing you know, the entire situation just went too far.”
“Yeah,” she said, “and you don’t know how to make it stop or get it back to where it was. And you’re so dug into your points, your principles on making him try to understand that you don’t hear the other side anymore. You want to go back to what things were and you can’t, and you know that even if you could it would never work, and things would never be the same. You just want it all to go away. We went through so much together and most of it was his fault. Still when it’s over, you’re shell-shocked and at the same time you feel like the whole world sees your failure.”
They fell into a comfortable silence for a second, each staring into different directions. After a couple of seconds, he spoke up, but without looking at her, and said, “I regret everything. For these past two years, that’s all I’ve done, regret, regret, and regret some more. I think the problem with that is, that you can get so caught up in regretting the past you start to forfeit the future. What I resent is that I’m an intelligent, capable person, but I’m in this place that I don’t understand. I’m in over my head. I’m confused.”
“You mean about life?” she asked worriedly.
“No,” he answered, “I mean divorce. It doesn’t come with a roadmap.  Neither does life. But you wish it did though, huh?”
She smiled and said, “Listen, about divorce and making sense out of it. I can tell you from my own life, you’ll never understand why you got divorced. And if you spend too much time thinking about it, you become a slave to trying to understand what happened. So when you give that up, you start thinking, “Will I ever love again?”
 “What I regret so much is the harm I’ve done to my daughter. I may get over this, but she may never get over this. She’s with my wife, who is good. She’ll bring her up better than I ever could, but I gotta say, she poisoned her against me and that bothers me. When there’s kids involved, there is really no such thing as a no fault divorce. You know what the most hurtful thing that was ever said to me was? My little girl says to me one day, ‘What about your love?’ and I said, ‘It’s over, Princess,’ and she says, ‘No, Daddy I mean me.’ I felt like a knife got rammed into my stomach. Divorce is like an amputation; you survive, but there's less of you. I think my ex is crazy.”
“I know my ex is crazy,” she said and then added, “You’re easy to talk to.”
“You too.” “It’s nice to get things off your shoulders, huh? You’re busy and here I am rambling on.”
“It’s okay.”
An easy silence fell over them and he said, “I live alone. It’s very hard for me to be alone.”
“I live with my daughter,” she said. “It’s sort of like living alone.”
“I don’t do alone well,” he added. “I’m a people person. I come from a big Italian family. People all over the place. When I was a kid, I used to wish for just one minute in the bathroom without somebody banging on the door.”
“I know, I know,” she said.  “To live without being loved or giving love, it’s not really living, it’s just like surviving, and frankly, I’m scared. I’m man enough to say that, too. I don’t care what people think.”
“There’s no shame in honesty.” Shelly said.
He liked her. She was nice. For the first time in months, he felt his shoulders lower and loosen. “Still,” he said, “you wonder sometimes, why you try..”
“You know what I miss?” she asked. “I miss watching movies with somebody else. Watching movies alone, it’s just not the same thing, you know? I miss movies.”
“Well, look,” Sal said, “you know, you like movies, and I like movies. Maybe if you’re interested—”
“Yeah,” she said, “I would like that. A lot. But I’m still involved with the guy I used to live with. He might move back in. We’re working on it.”

He smiled and nodded and said, “It’s all right, I’ll be around. Let me know if anything ever changes.”

Abbreviations that are Latin

Posted on 24. Sep, 2014 by Brittany Britanniae in Latin Language

I find that most people are quite surprised when they learn that they use or at least reference Latin everyday especially in the forms of abbreviations. I have complied the following list to show just how common this is!
 A.D (Latin: anno Domini) means “in the year of the Lord,” and it is used to describe any period that occurred after the birth year of Jesus Christ.
A.M (Latin: Ante Meridiem) means ” before mid-day,” which is exactly how we use it when telling time. [ P.M is post meridiem which means ” after mid-day.”]
C. (Latin: Circa) means “around or about;” this is used most commonly when described dates for artifacts. (Example: This painting is from c.1600)
C.V (Latin: curriculum vitae) means “course of life,” and this is befitting since a C.V is an extended form of a Resume.
 Etc. (Latin: et cetera) means “and the others, and the other things, and the rest,” this is used at the end of a list to denote that they are additional items, but they are so similar and minuscule that an “etc.” will do.
e.g (Latin: exempli gratia) means “for example or for instance,”and this is used to give an example of something that was just previously explained.
P.S (Latin: post scriptum) means ‘ after what has been written,”this is used when someone is writing a letter or even email and has finished the body of their conversation, but has remembered something else they wish to add. Thus, they do so at the end of their correspondence with a P.S.
R.I.P (Latin: requiescat in pace) means  ” may he/she/it rest in peace,” this was originally a short saying or prayer said at a gravesite , but it has become a cliché example of death, graveyards, and Halloween.
 S.O.S (Latin: si opus sit ) means “if there is a need,” and this expression is constantly turned to as one that is expressed to convey a need for help.
Stat (Latin: statim ) means “immediately;” this expression is often used accordingly in chaotic and high energy situations including medical rooms.
vs. (Latin: versus ) means “against,” which is scene with boxing, football or other competitive sporting event

In 1962, six year old John Tuohy, his two brothers and two sisters entered Connecticut’s foster care system and were prompltyl spilit apart. Over the next ten years, John would live in more then ten foster homes, group homes and state schools, from his native Waterbury to Ansonia, New Haven, West Haven, Deep River and Hartford. In the end, a decade later, the state returned him to the same home and the same parents they had taken him from. As tragic as is funny complelling story will make you cry and laugh as you journey with this child to overcome the obsticales of the foster care system and find his dreams.


John William Tuohy is a writer who lives in Washington DC. He holds an MFA in writing from Lindenwood University. He is the author of numerous non-fiction on the history of organized crime including the ground break biography of bootlegger Roger Tuohy "When Capone's Mob Murdered Touhy" and "Guns and Glamour: A History of Organized Crime in Chicago."
His non-fiction crime short stories have appeared in The New Criminologist, American Mafia and other publications. John won the City of Chicago's Celtic Playfest for his work The Hannigan's of Beverly, and his short story fiction work, Karma Finds Franny Glass, appeared in AdmitTwo Magazine in October of 2008.
His play, Cyberdate.Com, was chosen for a public performance at the Actors Chapel in Manhattan in February of 2007 as part of the groups Reading Series for New York project. In June of 2008, the play won the Virginia Theater of The First Amendment Award for best new play.


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 What I like about cities is that everything is king size, the beauty and the ugliness. -Joseph Brodsky

    Denny and I wandered through the North Square alone because we wanted to stand outside the Negro music store and listen to Sam Cooke and Chubby Checker on the loudspeaker that played music out into the street.
  Inner-city black culture in the 1960s was distinctly different from white culture in the 1960s. What separated it most was dress. Stylish young black men wore porkpie hats, skin-tight pullover shirts, jet-black pants and black, blue or beige pointed shoes with three-inch heels. “Puerto Rican fence climbers,” we called them.
  At the corners of North Main, Summers and Hill Streets, they would stand—pose, really, outside the R&B Record Shop. Somebody had nailed an ancient loudspeaker over the store’s front door, allowing all that magnificent, pure soul music played inside the shop to pour out on to the dirty streets and wash away the factory-town gloom.
  In the summers we listened from a tiny park across the street from the record shop, waiting for a Sam Cooke record to play and watching the young men sip beer from cans in brown bags.
  Soon flocks of teenage black girls, their hair done beehive-style, came out of the apartment houses from around the neighborhood and flirted with the boys or gathered in intimate circles across the street to whisper and laugh. Sometimes they’d dance. There was a song by Chubby Checker and Dee Dee Sharp called Slow Twistin’. It was a sensual song with erotic lyrics that didn’t have a damned thing to do with dancing.

Baby baby baby baby take it easy
Let's do it right
baby take it easy
Don't cha know we got all night
Cause there's no no twistin'
Like a slow slow twistin' with you

  America twisted to that song and in 1962, everybody in America, from the President on down to us, was doing the Twist, but I knew even then that the colored people, at least in the North End of Waterbury, twisted differently from everyone else.
  When they danced to the Slow Twistin’, man, oh, man. It reeked of sex. And even though I had only a vague notion of sex, watching them slow twist in the North End on a warm summer’s evening as the sun set, bodies twisting in deliberate slow motion without moving their feet, just a slow body wiggle, I knew there was more going on than a dance fad.
  Who needed black-and-white television with bad reception when we had this?
  Eventually a squad car prowled by, and came to a near stop, watched the dancing, and a red-faced Irish cop snarled out the window, “This look like a dance hall to youse? Get outta the goddamn street and behave yourselves.”
  The cops talked to the colored like that back then in Waterbury and they got away with it, too. That was in 1961. Six years later, a new generation of young blacks decided they weren’t going to take it anymore. One night they turned the old Italian North End into a battleground against the cops and their abuse into a race riot that lasted, essentially, two more summers, before it ended.

Fun international facts about Shakespeare
By Laura Estill, Eric Johnson

Did you know Hamlet has been translated to Klingon, Esperanto, and Interlingua? Photo of Maxine Peake as Hamlet at The Royal Exchange Theatre ©
Jonathan Keenan.
Which Shakespeare play has been translated into 75 languages? How many times does the word 'love' appear in the complete works? As we celebrate Shakespeare Week, Professor Laura Estill of the World Shakespeare Bibliography (WBS) and Eric Johnson of the Folger Shakespeare Library unearth some unusual facts about the great English writer.
Shakespeare’s plays are set in many locations, some of them fictional
Europe, Africa and the Middle East are all settings for Shakespeare's plays, as you can see on this interactive map. His plays are set in 12 countries, with cities in what is now Italy being Shakespeare’s favourite backdrop. Some plays, such as The Tempest, take place in entirely fictional worlds. The only comedy to be set in the UK is The Merry Wives of Windsor.
Shakespeare took phrases from other languages
For instance, 'fat paunches make lean pates' was originally a Greek and Latin proverb by St Jerome. Shakespeare's 'Greek to me' could also be from a similar phrase in Latin, a language which Shakespeare could read.
The word ‘love’ appears 2,191 times in the complete works
The number is based on the 1864 Globe Edition – the amount could vary slightly from edition to edition. Altogether, there are 28,829 unique word forms in all of Shakespeare's works, and 12,493 occur only once. You can find more text statistics as Open Source Shakespeare.
Since 1960, there have been publications and productions of Hamlet in more than 75 languages
These languages even include Klingon, Esperanto, and Interlingua. Other popular plays in translation include Macbeth, Romeo and Juliet, and The Merchant of Venice. Shakespeare's works overall have been translated into more than 100 languages.
From 2005 to 2014, there have been seven professional productions of Shakespeare and Shakespearean adaptations in Arabic.
Romeo and Juliet has been performed in 24 countries in the last ten years
The WSB lists the following countries across five continents: US, UK, Germany, Korea, France, Canada, Italy, Japan, Australia, Austria, Poland, Finland, Netherlands, Switzerland, South Africa, Belgium, Estonia, Czech Republic, Israel, Spain, Ukraine, Cuba, Mexico, and Romania.
The play has been performed in multiple languages, including English, German, Spanish, Korean, French, Italian, Japanese, Polish, Finnish, Russian, Dutch, Estonian, Czech, Hebrew, Ukrainian, and Romanian.
These performances include musicals, ballets and puppet shows.
Shakespeare has inspired lots of films in Hollywood, Bollywood, and beyond
Western films:
West Side Story (Robert Wise and Jerome Robbins) – Romeo and Juliet
Kiss Me, Kate (George Sidney) – The Taming of the Shrew
Forbidden Planet (Nicholas Nayfack) – The Tempest
My Own Private Idaho (Gus Van Sant) – Henry IV parts 1 and 2
Gnomeo and Juliet (Kelly Asbury) – Romeo and Juliet
Looking for Richard (Al Pacino) – Richard III
Omkara, Maqbool, Haider (all by Bhardwaj) – Othello, Macbeth, Hamlet
Goliyon Ki Rasleela: Ram-Leela (Sanjay Leela Bhansali) – Romeo and Juliet
Throne of Blood (Akira Kurosawa) – Macbeth
Ran (Akira Kurosawa) – King Lear
Since 2000, there have been Shakespeare movies or TV shows made in...
...Japan, India, France, Argentina, Germany, Thailand, Italy, China, Poland, Russia, South Africa, Tibet, The Netherlands, Japan, Vietnam, Israel, Chile, Estonia, and Brazil. To these, we can add English-speaking countries Australia, New Zealand, Canada, the US and the UK.
The first performances of Shakespeare in the Middle East were in the late 19th century
According to Graham Holderness: 'Shakespeare entered the Arab world in the late 19th century as theatre; that is, the plays were translated and adapted specifically to form the repertoire of dramatic companies in Egypt and other Arab countries. Hamlet was first performed in Egypt around 1893.'
Shakespeare invented lots of expressions that we still use today
Here’s a selection of popular expressions; you can find lots more at BBC America.
•           'Heart of gold' (Henry V)
•           'Wild-goose chase' (Romeo and Juliet)
•           'Faint-hearted' (Henry IV part I)
•           'Brave new world' (The Tempest)
•           'Break the ice' (The Taming of the Shrew)
•           'For goodness’ sake' (Henry VIII)
•           'Foregone conclusion' (Othello)
•           'Love is blind' (The Merchant of Venice)
The most popular name from a Shakespeare play used today is Olivia
That's according to the list of most popular US and British baby names in 2014. Olivia is the name of a character in Twelfth Night. Shakespeare was the first person to use the name with this spelling.
Oliver (As You Like It), Harry (Hotspur, Henry IV, and characters in other plays), Isabella (Measure for Measure) and William (As You Like It) are also popular today. Shakespeare didn’t invent these names but they are enduringly popular.
The stories told in most of Shakespeare’s plays are not original
Shakespeare's primary source materials were English and Latin works: histories, plays, and poems.
For the histories (and King Lear and Cymbeline), Shakespeare relied heavily on Holinshed's Chronicles of England, Scotland, and Ireland. He also used Geoffrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae and other books by historians (called 'chronicle histories'). For the Roman history, he relied on Plutarch's Lives.
Romeo and Juliet is based on an Italian folktale, which Shakespeare read in translation.
Some plays he took directly from classical sources, like The Comedy of Errors, which he took from Plautus's The Brothers Menaechmus and simply added an extra set of twins (the servants, Dromio of Ephesus and Dromio of Syracuse). He took many plot elements from Ovid's Metamorphosis, which can be found in Titus Andronicus, Midsummer Night's Dream and other plays.
For other plays, we conjecture there are lost sources, such as an earlier version of Titus Andronicus and Hamlet. Sometimes, he rewrote earlier plays, as we think was the case with Hamlet (the missing play is called the Ur-Hamlet) and as he did with King John, which he reworked from an anonymous play called The Troublesome Raigne of John, King of England; King Lear is based on The Chronicle History of King Leir.
The British Council has supported the production of a film version of Sarah Frankcom’s critically acclaimed stage production of Hamlet, which recently enjoyed a sell-out run at The Royal Exchange Theatre in Manchester in 2014 and stars Maxine Peake as Hamlet (pictured above). The film will be shown in nearly 300 UK cinemas on 23 March 2015, with some encore screenings to follow.
The British Council will screen this film internationally in non-English speaking countries in 2016 as part of its Shakespeare on Film touring collection.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.  
                                                                                                   Helen Keller 

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
                                                                                                                Khalil Gibran 

 Four Poems in One
By  Anne Porter

At six o'clock this morning
 I saw the rising sun
 Resting on the ground like a boulder
 In the thicket back of the school,
 A single great ember
 About the height of a man.
 Night has gone like a sickness,
 The sky is pure and whole.
 Our Lady of Poland spire
 is rosy with first light,
 Starlings above it shatter their dark flock.
 Notes of the Angelus
 Leave their great iron cup
 And slowly, three by three
 Visit the Polish gardens round about,
 Dahlias shaggy with frost
 Sheds with their leaning tools
 Rosebushes wrapped in burlap
 Skiffs upside down on trestles
 Like dishes after supper.
 These are the poems I’d show you
 But you’re no longer alive.
 The cables creaked and shook
 Lowering the heavy box.
 The rented artificial grass
 Still left exposed
 That gritty gash of earth
 Yellow and mixed with stones
 Taking your body
 That never in this world
 Will we see again, or touch.
 We know little
 We can tell less
 But one thing I know
 One thing I can tell
 I will see you again in Jerusalem
 Which is of such beauty
 No matter what country you come from
 You will be more at home there
 Than ever with father or mother
 Than even with lover or friend
 And once we’re within her borders
 Death will hunt us in vain.

Katherine Anne Porter (May 15, 1890 – September 18, 1980) was a Pulitzer Prize-winning American journalist, essayist, short story writer, novelist, and political activist.
 Her 1962 novel Ship of Fools was the best-selling novel in America that year, but her short stories received much more critical acclaim. She is known for her penetrating insight; her work deals with dark themes such as betrayal, death and the origin of human evil. In 1990, Recorded Texas Historic Landmark number 2905 was placed in Brown County, Texas, to honor the life and career of Porter.
Katherine Anne Porter was born Callie Russel Porter to Harrison Boone Porter and Mary Alice (Jones) Porter. Her family tree can be traced back to American frontiersman Daniel Boone and the writer O. Henry (whose real name was William Sydney Porter), her father's second cousin.
 Porter's childhood home in Kyle was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 2004.
In 1892, when Porter was two years old, her mother died two months after giving birth to her last child. Porter's father took his four surviving children (an older brother had died in infancy) to live with his mother, Catherine Ann Porter, in Kyle, Texas. The depth of her grandmother's influence can be inferred from Porter's later adoption of her name. Her grandmother died while taking eleven-year-old Callie to visit relatives in Marfa, Texas.
After her grandmother's death, the family lived in several towns in Texas and Louisiana, staying with relatives or living in rented rooms. She was enrolled in free schools wherever the family was living, and for a year in 1904 she attended the Thomas School, a private Methodist school in San Antonio, Texas. This was her only formal education beyond grammar school.
In 1906, at age sixteen, Porter left home and married John Henry Koontz in Lufkin, Texas. She subsequently converted to his religion, Roman Catholicism. Koontz, the son of a wealthy Texas ranching family, was physically abusive; once while drunk, he threw her down the stairs, breaking her ankle. They divorced officially in 1915.
In 1914 she escaped to Chicago, where she worked briefly as an extra in movies. She then returned to Texas and worked the small-town entertainment circuit as an actress and singer. In 1915, she asked that her name be changed to Katherine Anne Porter as part of her divorce decree.
Also in 1915, she was diagnosed with tuberculosis and spent the following two years in sanatoria, where she decided to become a writer. It was discovered during that time, however, that she had bronchitis, not TB. In 1917, she began writing for the Fort Worth Critic, critiquing dramas and writing society gossip. In 1918, she wrote for the Rocky Mountain News in Denver, Colorado. In the same year, Katherine almost died in Denver during the 1918 flu pandemic. When she was discharged from the hospital months later, she was frail and completely bald. When her hair finally grew back, it was white and remained that color for the rest of her life.
 Her experience was reflected in her trilogy of short novels, Pale Horse, Pale Rider (1939), for which she received the first annual gold medal for literature in 1940 from the Society of Libraries of New York University.
In 1919, Porter moved to Greenwich Village in New York City and made her living ghost writing, writing children's stories and doing publicity work for a motion picture company. The year in New York City had a politically radicalizing effect on her; and in 1920, she went to work for a magazine publisher in Mexico, where she became acquainted with members of the Mexican leftist movement, including Diego Rivera. Eventually, however, Porter became disillusioned with the revolutionary movement and its leaders. In the 1920s she also became intensely critical of religion and remained so until the last decade of her life, when she again embraced the Roman Catholic Church.
Between 1920 and 1930, Porter traveled back and forth between Mexico and New York City and began publishing short stories and essays. Her first published story was "Maria Concepcion" in The Century Magazine. (In his 1960s novel Providence Island, Calder Willingham had the character Jim fantasize a perfect lover and he called her Maria Concepcion Diaz.)
 In 1930, she published her first short-story collection, Flowering Judas and Other Stories. An expanded edition of this collection was published in 1935 and received such critical acclaim that it alone virtually assured her place in American literature.
In 1926, Porter married Ernest Stock and lived briefly in Connecticut before divorcing him in 1927. Some biographers suggest that Porter suffered several miscarriages, at least one stillbirth between 1910 and 1926, and an abortion; and after contracting gonorrhea from Stock, that she had a hysterectomy in 1927, ending her hopes of ever having a child. Yet Porter's letters to her lovers suggest that she still intimated her menstruation after this alleged hysterectomy. As she once confided to a friend, "I have lost children in all the ways one can."
During the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s, Porter enjoyed a prominent reputation as one of America's most distinguished writers, but her limited output and equally-limited sales had her living on grants and advances for most of the era.
During the 1930s, Porter spent several years in Europe during which she continued to publish short stories. In 1930, she married Eugene Pressly, a writer 13 years her junior. In 1938, upon returning from Europe, she divorced Pressly and married Albert Russel Erskine, Jr., a graduate student who was 20 years younger. He reportedly divorced her in 1942 after discovering her real age.
Porter became an elected member of the National Institute of Arts and Letters in 1943, and was a writer-in-residence at several colleges and universities, including the University of Chicago, the University of Michigan, and the University of Virginia.
Between 1948 and 1958, Porter taught at Stanford University, the University of Michigan, Washington and Lee University, and the University of Texas, where her unconventional manner of teaching made her popular with students.
Three of Porter's stories were adapted into radio dramas on the program NBC University Theatre. "Noon Wine" was made into an hour drama in early 1948 and two years later "Flowering Judas" and "Pale Horse, Pale Rider" each were produced in half-hour dramas on an episode of the hour-long program. Porter herself made two appearances on the radio series giving critical commentary on works by Rebecca West and Virginia Woolf. In the 1950s and '60s she occasionally appeared on television in programs discussing literature.
Porter published her only novel, Ship of Fools in 1962, based on her reminiscences of a 1931 ocean cruise she had taken from Vera Cruz, Mexico, to Germany. The novel's success finally gave her financial security (she reportedly sold the film rights for Ship of Fools for $500,000). Producer David O. Selznick was after the film rights; but United Artists who owned the property, demanded $400,000. The novel was adapted for film by Abby Mann; producer and director Stanley Kramer featured Vivien Leigh in her final film performance.
Despite Porter's claim that after the publication of Ship of Fools she would not win any more prizes in America, in 1966 she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize[10] and the U.S. National Book Award for The Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter. That year she was also appointed to the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
In 1977, Porter published The Never-Ending Wrong, an account of the notorious trial and execution of Sacco and Vanzetti, which she had protested 50 years earlier.Porter died in Silver Spring, Maryland, on September 18, 1980, at the age of 90, and her ashes were buried next to her mother at Indian Creek Cemetery in Texas.

CMU professors propose taxing candy and soda to fix roads
by Kelli Taylor
MOUNT PLEASANT -- Snacks at the movies, your favorite convenience store and fast food restaurants could all go up in price if two professors from Central Michigan University have their say.    
Accounting Professors, Phillip Kintzele and Edward Woelfert Jr. propose adding the 6% state sales tax to candy, bottled soda and vitamins.
And some people aren't wild about the idea.
Judy Ackley says, "We should be able to by stuff without having to pay extra money for something we want to buy, and I like candy."         
"I wouldn't tax candy. Soda already has a deposit on it so that would be even more and then its high," said Chrishanna Adams.
While some are against it, others says they could support it.
Isabella Chezem says, "Soda and candy aren't really good for our problems in America with the obesity. So if they wanna tax something, I guess honestly if they taxed more on alcohol, candy, and pop I wouldn't be opposed to it."
According to the Detroit Free Press, the C.M.U. professor's say the sales tax would raise $500 million per year.
Even though it's an alternative way to raise road funds, State Representative Vanessa Guerra says it's not likely it would pass.         
"One of the problems we're having right now is that there is already divide on raising any sort of taxes as needed to generate new revenue. And so while we can't even agree on that, I think it would be unlikely that we could agree on just raising taxes on these specific items," said Guerra.

Kintzele and Woelfert also propose cutting $500 million from the current budget and increasing registration fees on hybrid and electric vehicles, bring their grand total to $1.2 billion for road repairs.

 Half the lies they tell about me aren't true.”


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John William Tuohy

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"Caution: The contents of this bottle should not be fed to fish." -- On a bottle of shampoo for dogs.

"For external use only!" -- On a curling iron.

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"Do not use in shower." -- On a hair dryer.

"Do not use while sleeping." -- On a hair dryer.

"Do not use while sleeping or unconscious." -- On a hand-held massaging device.

"Do not place this product into any electronic equipment." -- On the case of a chocolate CD in a gift basket.

"Recycled flush water unsafe for drinking." -- On a toilet at a public sports facility in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

"Shin pads cannot protect any part of the body they do not cover." -- On a pair of shin guards made for bicyclists.

"This product not intended for use as a dental drill." -- On an electric rotary tool.

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"May irritate eyes." -- On a can of self-defense pepper spray.

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"Cannot be made non-poisonous." -- On the back of a can of de-icing windshield fluid.

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"Excessive dust may be irritating to shin and eyes." -- On a tube of agarose powder, used to make gels.

"Look before driving." -- On the dash board of a mail truck.

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"For indoor or outdoor use only." -- On a string of Christmas lights.

"Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly." -- On a child sized Superman costume.

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"Beware! To touch these wires is instant death. Anyone found doing so will be prosecuted." -- On a sign at a railroad station.

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"Not for human consumption." -- On a package of dice.

"May be harmful if swallowed." -- On a shipment of hammers.

"Using Ingenio cookware to destroy your old pots may void your warranty." -- A printed message that appears in a television advertisement when the presenter demonstrates how strong the cookware is by using it to beat up and destroy a regular frying pan.

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"Do not dangle the mouse by its cable or throw the mouse at co-workers." -- From a manual for an SGI computer.

"Warning: May contain nuts." -- On a package of peanuts.

"Do not eat." -- On a slip of paper in a stereo box, referring to the styrofoam packing.

"Do not eat if seal is missing." -- On said seal.

"Remove occupants from the stroller before folding it."

"Access hole only -- not intended for use in lifting box." -- On the sides of a shipping carton, just above cut-out openings which one would assume were handholds.

"Warning: May cause drowsiness." -- On a bottle of Nytol, a brand of sleeping pills.

"Warning: Misuse may cause injury or death." -- Stamped on the metal barrel of a .22 calibre rifle.

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"Do not put in mouth." -- On a box of bottle rockets.

"Remove plastic before eating." -- On the wrapper of a Fruit Roll-Up snack.

"Not dishwasher safe." -- On a remote control for a TV.

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"Safe for use around pets." -- On a box of Arm & Hammer Cat Litter.

"Do not use house paint on face." -- In a Visa commercial that depicts an expecting couple looking for paint at a hardware store.

"Do not drive cars in ocean." -- In a car commercial which shows a car in the ocean.

"Always drive on roads. Not on people." -- From a car commercial which shows a vehicle "body-surfing" at a concert.

"For a limited time only." -- From a Rally's commercial that described how their burgers were fresh.

"These rows reserved for parents with children." -- A sign in a church.

"You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside." -- On a bag of Fritos.



FALL 1952

"I often think of film-making as a horse race in which teams of three or four or five horses must run together.  If they run at all, it is rather remarkable.  If they run as well as they can, manage not to trip each other up, and cross the finish line together, it is a not-so-small miracle. This may explain why the most gifted of film-makers, Ford, Stevens, Huston, Kazan, may achieve only three or four truly memorable films in a lifetime of hard work.”  Budd Schulberg in Writing in America

In late 1951, after three years of prowling the docks, Schulberg started writing the screenplay for On the Waterfront"   But when he finished the script, both Joe Curtis and Robert Siodmak had backed out of the project.  They had shown the play to Curtis’s uncle, Harry Cohn of Columbia Studios, who called it “Communistic” a Cohn-ism meaning, essentially, that a Hollywood haunted by the HUAC and a Red Baiting public, would never make the film.
 As Schulberg explained:  “A few months later, in the early spring of 1951, my script was finished.  Robert Siodmak, who was to direct it, seemed happy about it, and I thought my days on the waterfront were done. But the months melted away without production. The little film company was something less than a financial rock. In fact, it was unable to get up the ''scratch.'' The subject matter was a little too hot to handle. If the longshoremen's locals were gangster run, how could our picture company get on the docks? Why not make a nice Western or a musical? Prospective backers backed away.
Another year passed. Now the rights to the script had reverted to me. And, when Johnson's option with the original company lapsed, I took plunge number two and bought his material. Truth was I couldn't get the waterfront out of my mind.” 13
By the spring of 1952, Curtis, Siodmak and Miller had pulled from the project. Fox Studios had turned it down once and Columbia Studios had turned it down twice.  Regardless, Kazan, a director and Schulberg, a screenwriter, knew the story would make an excellent film, a great film. What they needed was the spark to make it happen.
Kazan, who had never met Schulberg, wrote to Schulberg to discuss building a film built around the Malcolm Johnson articles and suggested that they meet. Schulberg wrote back and invited Kazan to his farm in Pennsylvania. Kazan leaped on the offer, however, what he found was that Schulberg was willing to discuss the film but was reluctant to commit to the project. He told Kazan that he had quit films because he had never been permitted to make a film in his own way. “Because the writer” said Schulberg “Is always the low man. They take his script and everybody rewrites it, the director rewrites it, the actor rewrites it, the producer rewrites it. To hell with it” 14
and that  the recent bad experience with Joe Curtis had further soured his outlook on Hollywood. Kazan listened and said “Budd, I promise you this, if you’ll do this film, I promise I will treat the script with the same respect I would give to an Arthur Miller play or a Tennessee (Williams) play or a Bill Inge play. I’ll make all kinds of suggestions, I’ll criticize it, I may be hard on it, but you will have the final say.  I won’t change a line without you.
“And” Schulberg recalled five decades later “He lived up to it too, he really did” 15
 Convinced that Kazan was serious about making a meaningful film, Schulberg shared his recent creation with the director, a play based on his experiences on the docks, entitled, On the Waterfront. They read it on the floor of the writer’s living room. Kazan was enthralled. He pushed Schulberg to convert the play into script. Schulberg agreed and the rewrites began. They produced 8 script drafts over the next 2 years before completing a final draft with the working title "Golden Warriors" a name Schulberg was enamored with but was later changed by Kazan who saw it as  a potential trouble spot with the HUAC as  glorification of the working man. Schulberg kept it in the film, naming Terry Malloy's racing club The Golden Warriors.    (Another explanation, offered by Kazan, was his attempt to resurrect Clifford Odets' Golden Boy the stage play that had brought Kazan so much early success.)
Kazan did make his own "original golden warrior," in the character of Terry Malloy, a warrior who will take on the mob, rise from temporary defeat and depose of his corrupt adversary, Johnny Friendly. That optimistic theme, to face seemingly overwhelming adversity and win, was wholly suited to the outlook of the scrapping and determined immigrant inside of Kazan.  In prior stage work, especially Tennessee Williams' A Streetcar Named and of Arthur Miller's All My Sons and Death of a Salesman, Kazan often added bits and pieces that spoke out against exploitation, degradation, pointless materialism while advocating moral responsibility. However, the pessimism infused in those dramas by the playwrights was suited to Kazan’s true outlook on the American way of life as it would be in Waterfront.
To accomplish that, he turned to what he knew best and what had been his highest success to date, Streetcar. He would revive and meld Tennessee Williams' characters from Streetcar into his Waterfront script. Blanche DuBois "an ambivalent figure who is attracted and repulsed to the harshness and vulgarity surrounding her,  became in, some part the character of Edie Doyle. Her ambivalence, however, is transferred to the character of Terry Malloy (The original Terry Malloy as written by Schulberg was anything but ambivalent) and Terry
shared several characteristics with Stanley Kowalski including the inability to control his violence or to comprehend his situations and actions. Terry, like Kowalski is vulnerable with a thin coat of sensitivity. However, unlike Kowalski, Terry holds the facility to grow and change.  (The original Terry Malloy, in both Siodmak’s and Miller’s versions, are driven, somewhat educated men on a mission.)
In the final script of Waterfront, Schulberg and Kazan delivered a
three-part structure, each marked by a death.   In part one, Terry goes along with corruption revealed in the "shape-up" scene and helps set up the death of Joey Doyle.  In part two, Terry discovers depth of his corruption. This part ends with the death of Kayo Dugan.  Part three, the martyrdom scene with Father Barry's sermon,  Terry is resurrected and fights back after death of his brother Charlie.
 ”That picture is terribly simple. It's all up front” Kazan said “It's mostly about this dumb kid who's unprepared and to whom it's painful to do what he did, who realizes through the girl and through what he knows in his heart and sees with his eyes, that telling on his friends was the better of the two choices facing him.
The early death of Joey Doyle, who had obviously caused enough trouble within the rank and file to have the corrupt union bosses order his killing, signals, for Kazan, the birth of a new labor leader “In the labor movement” Kazan said “a new movement starts with the death of a person, through the memory of a martyr.”  16 This again is a possible allegory for Kazan’s testimony before the HUAC.
 While the reworked Waterfront script clearly displays Kazan-the -immigrants belief that determination of purpose leads to positive change, (his own remarkable life is a testament to that)
There was also in the Kazan credo, a lack of moral judgment. In immigrant Kazan’s view, there was no room for such lofty notions, as his testimony before the HUAC clearly showed.
He had, like so many of his characters,  a moral ambivalence. Clearly, the social consciences influence of Miller (and probably Schulberg) would define the scripts clear notion of good and evil, right and wrong.  Conversely, it was this combination of Kazan’s optimism and moral ambivalence and Miller /Schulberg’s social conscious, which would blend to make the script so perfect.     
Kazan had also reviewed the script that Schulberg had outlined for Curtis a few months before and determined that although the Curtis script although it had many similarities to the Waterfront script, it was, as Schulberg recalled, not as good.  In the Curtis script, the protagonist is a reporter who finds himself facing the Mobs vengeance for reporting about the real conditions on the docks.
In the new script, written by Kazan and Schulberg, the character was changed from a news reporter working on the outside of the docks to a dockworker thug working on the inside of the operation.
Even with those changes, there is a slight hint of the influence of director Rickard Siodmak left in the final Waterfront script. Most prominent (as it is in many of Siodmak films) domestic strife, such as sibling rivalry, is a key component that resonates in Waterfront in the relationship between Charlie and Terry Malloy. Another Siodmak trademark is the uneasiness in the family unit. Something either has gone wrong or is changing at a disturbingly rapid pace and one member of the family manipulates the other for material gain, as Charlie Malloy did with his brother Terry; fixing the fight of his life so Charlie can earn a fortune from Terry’s defeat. When change comes between the brothers, it comes fast and it comes violently. 
It is also interesting that in Siodmak’s brilliant film, The Killers, with its hard-boiled realism, a promising young boxer turns criminal and works with gangsters whom he later betrays and is killed as a result.
Both films, Waterfront and The Killers, open with a graphic murder scene by gangsters. 
The ever-present powerful mother figure in Siodmak’s films warns the protagonist of impending danger. In Waterfront, hoodlum Johnny Friendly is clearly the father figure to Terry Malloy and Charlie Malloy, who warns Terry of the contract to murder him, is the Mother-side of the relationship. 
Waterfront also echoes The Killers grimly purposeful mission and employees the same simple sets, atmospheric lighting and nightmarish nocturnal world of shadowy streets, seedy bars and brutish gangsters.  The Killers also includes a network of professional hoodlums, a devastating double cross, the spirit of heavy fatalism and a hard-boiled protagonist doomed by existential fate
Like Kazan, and probably not lost on Kazan, Siodmak was the benefactor of great actors and outstanding filmmakers and by his own ability to inspire stellar performances from minor characters.
Siodmak was also notorious for creating sets full of other psychological tensions, use of music, visual images and the expressionistic montage to convey sexual energy. Siodmak’s use of deep-focus, like Kazan’s in Waterfront, is also notable.
 Siodmak’s influence is also found in Terry Malloy’s jacket, the films motif noir, which symbolizes a form of lost identity. Siodmak frequently had his male characters wear uniforms as a means to help male characters reclaim their lost identity. In Terry Malloy’s case, the jacket symbolizes his lost innocence, his goodness.
On a less symbolic stance, the jacket also serves another, more practical purpose, to keep the wearer warm. Kazan’s longshoremen   are working poor and the script is filled with remarks about making ends meet and keeping food on the table. In their world, a fine leather jacket is expensive and not to be tossed aside because two men were murdered in it.
 None of these similarities was lost on Siodmak who entered suit against On the Waterfront producers shortly after the film was released.  Although the details of the suit were not made public was awarded $100,000 in a settlement.
Before Kazan went back to California, Schulberg took him on a tour of the Waterfront and introduced him to his friends down there including Father John Corridan. As Schulberg recalled “The day I brought Kazan, Father John was yelling, "I'm going to stop (New York’s powerful Cardinal) Spellman.”  He was cursing--"that son of a bitch"--and shouting. Kazan could not believe a priest would talk like that. That day he was going up in smoke. He was furious that (Powerful New York Cardinal) Spellman  was giving an award to John McCormack--the "Mr. Big" of the waterfront. Mr. McCormack was a respectable man. He had lots and lots of money. He put Mayor Impellitteri in office. Nevertheless, the people under McCormack were monsters and killers. Kazan asked Schulberg "Are you sure he's a priest? Maybe he's working there for the waterfront rebels in disguise." Assured that Corridan was in fact a Priest, Kazan shook his head in amazement and said, "We have to make him the centerpiece of the movie." 17


Nitti Frank: AKA Nitti Born January 27, 1888 Died 1943 Mob leader.  Frank Nitti was a small built, pensive little man with ulcers and a nervous twitch. He was born in Agri, outside Palermo, in Italy, but avoided discussing his Sicilian background, always calling himself an Italian instead. Nitti had gotten a full formal education in Italy before coming to the United States that gave him a working knowledge of advanced chemistry and he was also said to be a talented watchmaker.
Arriving at Chicago’s enormous Italian ghettos by way of New York, Nitti worked as a barber in the city’s immense Italian community. To earn extra cash, he turned to fencing stolen gems brought to him by his lifelong friend Louis Greenberg. It was Greenberg who introduced Nitti to an up and coming gangster, also from New York, named Al Capone.
The newspapers referred to Nitti as “The Enforcer” but for those who knew the real story, the nickname was almost comical. In fact, as far as anyone knows, Nitti never killed anyone. He made his way up through the ranks of the syndicate because he was smart and cunning.   While it was true that he would easily order a beating or an execution by the gangster squads he controlled, syndicate leaders rightly considered Nitti a nervous, jumpy, high-strung man, better suited, as Paul Ricca once said, to be the barber-fence he started as.   Unlike Capone, Nitti was a hardheaded businessman who kept his emotions intact and stayed at his desk from dawn to dusk. Nitti had few of the vices that burdened Capone’s life. He didn’t gamble, snort coke, drink or keep girlfriends.
He had no friends among “The boys,” in fact the boys, the gangsters who made up the organization, had nothing but contempt for Nitti. Nitti wasn’t popular because he was smarter, in every sense, then most of the men in the syndicate. He was bettering educated and more refined as well.   Unlike Capone he was a colorless, dull and humorless man, a stickler for details who spoke with a condescending precise diction that gave off a cold attitude toward his subordinates whom he so openly despised.
He was not a man prone to make mistakes or to leap into a project before he understood it. Nitti did research on the crimes he intended to commit. He clipped newspaper articles about the subject and studied them for clues. In the case of the Balaban brother’s extortion in 1934, Nitti scoured the financial sheets on the brothers’ business and, according to Johnny Roselli and Sam Giancana; it was Nitti who planned the successful St. Valentine’s Day massacre down to the last bloody detail.  Nitti had done his time behind bars, having been caught up in the federal government’s massive efforts to bust up the Capone mob.
On March 24, 1930, Treasury agents formally charged and then arrested Frank Nitti with the crime of failure to pay his income taxes on an estimated $ 747,887.00 in income. The government claimed that Nitti spent $ 624,888.00 during 1925, 1926, and 1927 and it was their contention that since Nitti spent the money, he must have had the income to generate it and therefore he should have paid $ 227,940 in income tax on that income.   Capone tried to put in the fix for Nitti, but Congressman Billy Parrillo, Capone’s personal representative in Washington, reported that nobody in the Capitol was interest in taking fix money to save Nitti from jail. The highest levels of federal government wanted Capone and his organization done away with and no one was going to get in the middle of that.
In November 1930, Nitti’s case was heard in federal court. The enforcer pleaded guilty and paid a $ 10,000 fine, which is what Nitti had agreed to in a plea bargain before sentencing. However, in a surprise move, at least to Nitti, he was sentenced to 18 months at Leavenworth. He would serve most of the term but got several months off for good behavior. It was a witch-hunt inspired by distrust, fueled by outrage and conducted by Midwestern blue bloods that were determined to find Nitti guilty of something. It was, as Capone said, “Open season on us wops.” Nitti’s army of high-priced lawyers had tried to pay his taxes but the amount owed was never made clear to them because the indictment against Nitti was so vague as to be almost generic.
Nitti, who was terrified of jail, offered to pay double what he thought the government said he owed but they turned him down. No matter what Nitti said or did, he was going to jail. It was a railroad job, a miscarriage of justice perhaps, but the American people had grown tired of watching hoodlums like Nitti shoot up their streets and grow rich from it and they wanted them in jail.
Frank Nitti would draw the Chicago Mob closer. Under his reign, it would become smaller and more tightly structured and profitable, and, as a result, better able to provide an income for its members. The federal government’s attacks on Capone’s syndicate had left it badly decimated and Nitti, by way of attrition, was its new leader. Nitti won the bloody labor wars of 1932-33 for the Chicago Mob and oversaw the gang’s takeover of the Hollywood studios in the late 1930s.
There were setbacks for Nitti, however.  Mayor Anton Cermak and two other non-syndicate hoods, Teddy Newberry, a wild card independent, and Roger Touhy, leader of a band of suburban bootleggers and mail robbers, entered a war with Nitti for control of the city’s labor unions.
In 1932, they decided to end the war early by shooting Nitti to death.
At about 10:00 in the morning on December 20, 1932, two members of Cermak’s special squad, Harry Miller and Walter Lange, were called to Cermak’s office where he handed them a slip of paper with Frank Nitti’s name and office address. The two officers went to the massive office building and took the elevator to the fifth floor, room 554, where Nitti kept a cramped three-room office. Nitti was furious, not at the raid; he was used to that, but for being interrupted in mid-sentence. He had grown that arrogant since Capone was gone. Miller and Lange ordered all the men in the room to turn and face the wall, their hands raised over their heads. A uniformed officer named Callahan, who was recruited by Miller and Lange outside the building just before the raid, recalled: “Miller or Lange said ‘We better frisk them’ so I searched Nitti first and then Miller frisked him again, which I didn’t like at all. I saw that Nitti had a slip of paper in his mouth. I told him to spit it out. He didn’t, so somebody punched him in the stomach and then I took the paper out of his mouth for him. “Lange then brought Nitti into another room and searched him again. Then he brought him back out and pushed him to me and said, “Where did he get that paper from? Frisk him again.’
“Then Lange told Nitti to turn around and face the wall like the others, when he did, Lange grabbed Nitti’s wrists. When I bent down to grab Nitti’s ankles and Lange fired five shot into Nitti. I leaped back.
“Lange still had Nitti by the wrists. Nitti staggered toward the door and then he stopped and looked at Lange and he said, ‘What’s this for?’ and Lange shot him again. Then Lange walked to an anteroom and fired a single shot. When he came back out he was shot through the hand.” 
Nitti looked up at the officers and said, “Oh God, save me! Save me this time, God. ” He had been shot in the neck, back leg and groin. He was taken to Bridewell Hospital where his father-in-law, Dr. Gaetano Rango, was called into care for him. After several hours, Dr. Rango emerged from the operating room to announce that Frank Nitti would probably die before the night was over. But Nitti lived, one of the many mistakes that the Cermak forces made in shooting him. Within months, Tony Cermak was gunned down in Florida, Newberry ended face down in a mud puddle in Ohio and Roger Touhy was framed on a trumped up kidnapping charge.
Later that year, Nitti led the Chicago mob, with fractions of the New York Families, in an ill-fated attempt to extort millions of dollars from the Hollywood studios.
When the coup failed, Paul Ricca told Nitti that since Nitti had dragged the Outfit into the mess with his expansionist dreams, he was going to have to “take the dive on this one” 
Nitti was terrified of going to jail. He had a phobia about it. 
At age 59, Nitti’s life was a mess. He was clinically depressed. His wife, Anne, a plain and innocent women, had died in 1940 and Nitti never seemed to recover from the blow. He wore black almost every day for the little time he had left on this earth. True, he had remarried the former secretary to Ed O’Hara, the gambler who had turned evidence against Capone during his tax trial, but it was an unhappy marriage.
The day before the indictments from the Hollywood extortion mess were handed down, Nitti called a meeting at his house. But, before Nitti could call the room to order, Paul Ricca took the floor and said, “Frank, you brought Browne and Bioff and us into this thing, you masterminded it, and now it’s gone bad.”  Ricca told him he would have to take the fall for all of them and go to jail since the Federal government wanted a big name. Nitti started quoting law to him as to why he could not take the fall alone. Ricca lost his temper and started screaming at Nitti who in turn lost his temper. Both were screaming, until Ricca ended it by saying, “You better watch it Frank, you’re asking for it.” At that point Nitti realized that he no longer was in charge of the mob. Silently, he walked to the front door and held it open for them to leave his house. Later that evening, Tony Accardo, then just a mere Capo, called Nitti and told him that he and Ricca wanted to meet him the next night in the loop.
On the day Nitti was scheduled to meet Ricca and Accardo to discuss the pending indictments, Nitti began drinking at lunch and by the time of the meeting a few hours later, he was drunk and incoherent. He had reason to drink. He had been stealing money from the extorted cash taken from the Hollywood moguls, a fact which was sure to come out during the upcoming trials. When it did, he was a dead man.   Disgusted, Ricca called an end to the meeting and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Nitti there to drink some more.
Later that evening, Frank Nitti was seen staggering across a vacant lot on the South side. Some railroad workers who watched him saw him stagger badly and then fall to the ground near a fence. The engineer and firemen of a freight train watched Nitti weave down the middle of a track, a bottle in one hand, and a pistol in the other. He aimed the gun at his head, pulled the trigger twice but only managed to shoot a hole in his brown fedora. The third shot went into his left temple, the bullet exiting through his right ear.


De Laurentis Salvatore AKA Solly D, AKA Pizza Guy. Chicago mob operative Born 1938. In 1987, DeLaurentis told Bill Jahoda that he paid $ 1,000 per month to the Forest Park Police Chief to protect the crew's floating craps game and later when the game was  Moved to the Argo/Willow Springs area protection was paid there as well. He also paid $ 5,000 per month to James Dvorak, the Under- sheriff of Cook County, some of which was  to be forwarded to the Cook County Sheriff for protection. (The payment was increased in 1988 to $ 10,000 per month. In 1989, Infelise told Jahoda that the crew was paying $35,000 each month to jailed  crew members and "the coppers."
When Jahoda was arrested in Feburary 1988, by the Illinois State Police for operating a blackjack game at the Arlington Hilton Hotel in Arlington, Illinois  Infelise and DeLaurentis told him that they were paying off three Cook County judges to fix his case and that the problem was that one judge,  Christy Berkos, was holding out for a trip for two to Hawaii. The deal probably fell apart, because in early 1989, Berkos recused himself from the case because he knew one of Jahoda's family members.  The second judge on the case, Judge Thomas Hett, also recused himself during the summer of 1989 because he knew one of Jahoda's family members.  DeLaurentis told Jahoda that the third judge assigned to his case, Judge Richard Neville, would be paid $ 10,000 to fix the case and that the Outfits lawyer/ pay off man Pat Marcy was to handle it. The State eventually dismissed the case on its own motion. Every Christmas, DeLaurentis made a special collection from the bookmakers to payoff various individuals in the Cook County Sheriff's Department which ranged from $ 1,500-$ 5,000 per year.
In 1981, the crew collected $ 1,000 in monthly payments from gambler Ken Eto to buy police protection from the Vice Control Division of the Chicago Police Department for Eto's monte game.  In 1982, Infelise paid an additional  $1,500 per month out of the Rouse House casino profits so that he could bribe the Lake County Sheriff to get advance notice of raids. In return for the special tax, Bill Jahoda, who ran the casino, had a "hot phone" installed in the casino where the advance raid warnings would be phoned in.
From 1982 through the fall of 1986, the Outfit and the Ferriola Street Crew controlled  liquor licenses issuance from the Liquor Control Commissioner in Cicero, Illinois. 
In 1986, Infelise, working through Pat Marcy, bribed his federal probation officer by finding the probation officer's son a job with the Town of Cicero Department of Public Works. From 1986 through 1988, the crew also operated 24 floating blackjack game managed by Jahoda who rigged the games by using professional card cheats and mirrored shoes. In total, the games took in $1 million in profits.
A five-seven, 160 pounds, DeLaurentis's only goal in life has been to become a mobster although he prided himself as a talented amateur singer.  DeLaurentis first surfaced as a member of the Ferriola Street Crew during the summer of 1979 and began organizing the independent  sports bookmaking operations across the counties controlled. He also collecting a street tax from  bookmakers and prostitution and pornographic bookstores, juice loans,  parlay card operators, casinos, and floating blackjack and craps games.
DeLaurentis told a brothel operator about how he intended to take over Lake county  “See, what I'm telling you is in a month I'm gonna look for ... I want you to look, keep looking for joints. Just keep looking for joints. Solly's  (DeLaurentis) a partner with you here, but he's not gonna be a partner with you anywhere else, you know what I mean, unless he finds a joint, you like it, so you go partners with him.”
 By 1980, DeLaurentis had sub-collectors reporting to him. In 1982, DeLaurentis became the "point man" for the crew's extortion business. Bill Jahoda testified that “In the late part of '88, and possibly the very early part of '89 I had occasion to have a meeting with Infelise, and Rocky says: "Solly was made last night.  I sponsored him," and he says ‘I'm surprised. I still use fire and paper," (Meaning that DeLaurentis was forced to hold a burning a picture of a Saint in his hands as he repeated the words ‘May my soul burn like this picture if I betray this promise’) Jahoda continued and said  “I saw DeLaurentis to take care of our business. ... I just said congratulations. The other guy told me about it. As he said many times since that: "Well, I'm like the other guy is now, because the other guy is  like what the other guy was." In essence, he's telling me he's doing what Rocky (Infelise) used to do, and Rocky is doing what Joey (Ferriola) used to do.”
By September 13, 1989 he was underboss in The Crew, reporting only to Infelice, and, effectively, the boss of Lake County in charge of street tax and gambling for the Ferriola Street Crew and in 1988, replaced Jahoda as a partner and manager of the day-to-day operations of the crew's principal bookmaking operation.
 DeLaurentis, owned a liquor store (Solly D’s) bowling alley and pizza restaurant in the Lake County Village of Island Lake. He was also in charge of the crew’s massive gambling operations and had a stake in rigged video poker machines installed in twenty-two area taverns.
Discussing his ability to use his muscle when he had to,  DeLaurentis was recorded making the following boasts;
DeLaurentis: I says "you bulldog mother fucker, I ever catch you in fuckin' Lake Country again I'll knock you mother fuckin' head off." He says, "well what about my money?" I says it's in my pocket. You wanna come and get it?  He says well it ain't my money, it's  Louie's. You want me to tell Louie that. I say you tell anybody the fuck you want. Okay. So now he's figuring me and Louie will get in a beef, right. So, ah, he calls B.J. (Bill Jahoda) for help.  So B.J. says, fuck I can't help you with Solly. What the fuck can I do with Solly. He says well I got to talk to somebody, so he says I'll have somebody else call you. So Rocky (Infelise) called already he says Mikey, I'm going to tell you for the last time, when Solly says shit, you fucking squat "cause if I turn him loose, he will knock you fucking head off. He says one word from, the only reason he didn't knock your fucking head off already, he says turban. He says he wanted to put a fucking turban on your head. You know what that is don't ya?

Informant:  No.

DeLaurentis: You break a guy's head, they got to wrap it.

Informant: (Laughs).

DeLaurentis: Fucking gauze. He says if it was up to Solly, you'd have been wearing a fucking turban already. He says now I am telling you, you fucking get out of line again, he's got the "Go" sign now. He says if you fart in that fucking county and you don't tell him about it first, he will put a fucking turban on your head. So he's shitting. ...

DeLaurentis also felt that it was his responsibility to keep the crew going if other crew leaders were indicted or convicted of criminal charges:

DeLaurentis: ... You know, I'm going to try and keep this thing  [*52]  going. Let's say they scoop us. I'm putting guys in now to keep this fucking thing going. One thing is going to jail and you still got everything going, and you know that, like you did last time.

Jahoda: Oh, yeah.

DeLaurentis: That's another thing to go we're all closed up, you know. So I'll try to get a couple of guys in line nobody's home, B. you know, either me or Rocky or Louie, one of us, it will be a lot better if one of us is out on the street.

Jahoda: True.

DeLaurentis: If we're all gone, then the guys behind us. We might lose a little money, somebody might steal a little along the way, but we still got it going.

One gambler who fell behind told of beating he received at DeLaurentis pizza shop;
 “All the way on the front on the pizza place; he took me all around the back and he start hitting me again. So let's say about 15 minutes. I don't know what that is. I left and went to Florida because I thought if he was going to catch me now again I was going to be dead.” The gambler testified that  DeLaurentis called him in Florida and said
“You think I can't find you?"
Steve Hospodar, a 65-year-old gambler who fell seriously behind in his payments to DeLaurentis and his partner and fellow underboss, Lou Marino. Hospodar was called to a south suburban restaurant to meet with Marino.

Marino: You will find some fuckin' money.

Hospodar: I'm gonna try. I…

Marino: You will find some fuckin' money…

Hospodar: Like I say, I'm gonna try.

Marino: You motherfucker.

Hospodar: I'm gonna try.

Marino: You will find money.

Hospodar: Well, we'll see what happens. I, I'll make every…

Marino: Hey, I ain't seein'…

Hospodar: Every effort…

Marino: what happens!

Hospodar: I'll make every effort!

Marino: I ain't seein' what happens, you make a date you motherfucker, you cannot
fulfill, you can't live with it. You will fuckin' get me money today.

Hospodar: All right.

Marino: I give a fuck where you get it.

Hospodar: All right.

Marino: You get me money. Go steal the motherfucker!

Hospodar: I'll have to.

Marino: You, I don't give a fuck! If I was in that spot that's what the fuck I'd be doin'! You just go fuck and do it, Steve, the, the game's over, Steve. I'll tell ya'.

Hospodar: All right.

Marino: Right now.

Hospodar: All right.

Marino: You'll fuckin' be here tonight. Here what I'm tellin' you, Steve?

Hospodar: Okay.

Marino: You fuckin' be here. What time?

Hospodar: You said between six, six-thirty.

Marino: All right. I wanna make it a right fuckin' time. I don't be…

Hospodar: All right.

Marino: fuckin' sitting in this joint.

DeLaurentis then led Hospodar into the men's room and "messed him up a little" because he was suspicious that Hospodar was wearing a wire. He was, as it turned out, but they didn't find it. "When he came out, his (Steve's) wig was wet. Sol had thrown the wig into the toilet and put it back on his head."
Other shake downs were calmer. A gambler named Hildebrandt said that in the fall of 1983, DeLaurentis and two of his men came up to him Janis in a restaurant, and said: "Hi, Roc. How you doing? I know you guys are running rooms. This can't go on.  I thought we were going to take care of this problem.  We have to go now and have a cup of coffee and discuss this."
"I love my work," DeLaurentis told Jahoda as they were driving back to Illinois from Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. "I'm so fuckin' busy, but I enjoy it. I enjoy my work. Always did. I wish it didn't have that sentence threatening over you all the fuckin' time, but that's what it is, it is,"
One gambler that the hoods couldn’t scare was Hal C. Smith, who managed nearly a dozen wire rooms that grossed up to $400,000 a night and his income was between $2.8 to $4.2 million or two to three percent of the gross revenue from his independent bookmaking operation. He lived the high life in a palatial Prospect Heights home. The father of four, he carried enormous rolls of money around with him, and flaunted his success and of course, the mob noticed.
The IRS also noticed and raided his home and found $606,000 in cash, stuffed inside a gym bag in the garage. They seized Smith's Cadillac and house under a federal law that allows the government to confiscate assets derived from illegal enterprises.
In the fall of 1983, DeLaurentis arranged a meeting with Janis and Robbie Hildebrandt, one of Smith and Janis' phone clerks.  At this meeting, DeLaurentis told Janis and Hildebrandt that they and Smith would have to pay street tax. When Hildebrandt told Smith about the meeting, Smith said "fuck that little guinea" and told Hildebrandt that he would take care of it. Janis retired to Florida shortly afterwards.
Rocky Infelise and mobster Lou Marino assigned gambler Bill Jahoda to find Smith’s house and tail him for three months. When the three months was over Jahoda, pointed out the Smith to enforcer Bobby Bellavia at a north suburban golf course.
Bellavia approached Smith and told him to attend a  meeting with Rocky Infelise and gave him the time, date and place to meet. But Smith didn’t show up.  So Sal DeLaurentis followed him and tailed him to a restaurant in rural Lake County.
DeLaurentis again contacted Hildebrandt about paying street tax and set up a meeting between himself, Smith, and Hildebrandt.  One night in the winter of 1984,  Undercover Detective Thomas Sherry, a 28-year veteran of the Chicago Police Department, watched as Hal C. Smith,  considered by federal investigators as one of the biggest independent bookies in the country, and Sal DeLaurentis, squared off  in a nearly deserted Lake County restaurant “tossing money and questioning the other's ethnic heritage in a heated show of force” as Sherry reported. “And Smith made numerous ethnic slurs about DeLaurentis” He added that DeLaurentis vowed to see Smith dead unless he paid $6,000 in protection money to the mob. "Smith offered to pay $3,000, then $3,500” Sherry said “but DeLaurentis said it wasn't good enough. Smith said “Well now you get nothing”
"They started throwing money around; they were trying to show who had more money than the other fellow." Finally, Sherry said, the shouting and ethnic slurs ceased, DeLaurentis told Smith, "You are trunk music, my friend."
On February 7, 1985, Infelise, Marino, and Bellavia came to Jahoda's house.  Infelise told Jahoda that only he and Smith should come to his house, preferably in Smith's car, Smith should enter the house alone through the kitchen, and Jahoda should try not to go in the house. Later that day, Jahoda met Smith at the bar and brought him back to his house as instructed. Jahoda told Smith to go in through the kitchen while he pretended to go over to his mailbox. Jahoda saw Infelise, Marino, and Bellavia in the house after he arrived with Smith. The last time Jahoda saw Smith, he was dazed and slumped on the floor with Infelise, Marino, and Bellavia surrounding him.
Later that evening, Jahoda returned home, which was empty and noticed that part of the kitchen floor had been mopped. A few minutes later, Infelise called and told him to look for a cigar and glasses that Marino thought had been left behind. Jahoda looked but said he couldn’t find them (Both items were later recovered from Smith's car by the Arlington Heights Police.)
Jahoda left for Mexico the next day but on February 10, 1985, Smith's body was found in the trunk of his car. The coroner who examined the body concluded that Smith died of strangulation. The coroner also found that Smith had been tortured because he had been severely beaten about the head and face, he had numerous superficial incisions and cuts in his neck and chest, and his throat was slit. But none were fatal.
 Jahoda, still in Mexico, got a call from Infelise who told him that Smith's body had been found and to return to Chicago.  Jahoda met with Infelise who Infelise told him that they were all "hot" because of "that thing," and Jahoda was particularly hot and added that the recent murder of gambler and Outfit hood Chuckie English was “a good distraction and would take the heat off this thing”
Jahoda suspected that he too, would be murdered after Hal Smith was killed and flipped to the government . But another reason that Jahoda might have flipped to the government involved a women named Penny Carson. In 1985, Carson had been dating DeLaurentis but dropped him in favor of  Bill Jahoda. DeLaurentis never forgot it, and when he was made into the Mafia in 1989, DeLaurentis, told Jahoda that if he wanted to, as a made man, he could kill him and Penny Carson, if the moment struck him. Jahoda panicked and flip to the government and helped to convict at least twenty hoods. 
The trial turned into a slug fest when DeLaurentis lawyer, New Yorker Bruce Cutler, perhaps the second most obnoxious mob lawyer in organized crime history tore into the government’s witness, Bill Jahoda. When Jahoda said he attended DeLaurentis' 51st birthday party in August of 1989 at DeLaurentis' secluded Inverness home, Cutler claimed the statement was a ruse by the government, thought Jahoda, to tie DeLaurentis
to national organized crime and the New York Family’s.
Jahoda said he purchased DeLaurentis a gift copy of New York crime chieftain Joseph Bonanno's autobiography, "A Man of Honor." And had written inside the cover "With every good wish to you, a real man of honor. Love & Respect, Bee." (Jahoda's nickname)
"Do you know what it means to be honorable?" Cutler asked mockingly, rapidly adding the virtues of loyalty and friendship to the question.
Sure, Jahoda replied.
"Did you mean it when you wrote "love and respect?' " Cutler continued.
"In all honesty, no," Jahoda answered.
Jahoda had testified earlier that when he handed DeLaurentis the book, that DeLaurentis had talked in an incriminating manner about mob families in New York and Chicago. Cutler  countered that  the talk was merely idle chit chat about events in Bonanno’s book.
 Cutler's line of questioning was so serve that by chief prosecutor Mitchell Mars  frequently objected only to have Cutler turn on him. When Mars asked Jahoda if he had tried to slip in talk with DeLaurentis about watching movies depicting the Mafia, Cutler declared, "Get up, Mars."
"I am up," Mars replied. "And I object."
  Bookmaker William Martino said that he paid DeLaurentis after Hal Smith was killed because “I was afraid, intimidated," and said DeLaurentis gave him three choices: pay the money, split his gambling business with him, or turn the entire business over to the mob.
The "best option," he said, was to pay.
 Pat Gervais, a Lake County brothel keeper who operated two houses,  Cherri's Studio and Portrait de Femmes, testified that he paid $12,000 in extortion money to DeLaurentis to stay in business.  Gervais said the money, which he brought each month to DeLaurentis pizzeria and liquor store in Island Lake, bought protection from the mob and sheriff's police. Gervais, who was a government informant and recording most of his conversations with DeLaurentis, said that  DeLaurentis had ways of finding out when police raids might be coming. If they did, he would get a warning phone call that "Uncle is on his way." DeLaurentis also told him "You might take a pinch without them calling you. Sometimes the state's attorney comes right in. There's no time . . . you know, (to) give you a call."
Eventually Gervais Cook County whore house, Portrait de Femmes, was raided and closed down. When he asked why, he was told that it competed with a brothel run by a Sheriff's Department official. Gervais said sheriff's police who carried out the raid told him their boss, Richard Quagliano, had ordered it.  "They were told by Quagliano to take their badges off," Gervais said. "They said they were not going to allow a place to operate across the street from his (Quagliano)." In 1986, after the facts became public, Quagliano resigned from the county force, and no charges were ever filed against him.
James LaValley, a  convicted extortionist with 50 burglaries to his name testified that when he pursued one deadbeat gambler named Tony Ignafo too much, DeLaurentis called him in to a meeting at the Onion Roll restaurant in Oak Park and dressed him down "He (DeLaurentis) told me I was causing `heat' and to forget the debt," LaValley said.
"Sometimes” asked DeLaurentis' lawyer Bruce Cutler “you threatened people just by showing up, fair statement?"
"That's true," LaValley replied. "It's the business we are in."
"Your business," Cutler said, correcting him. "Solly D (DeLaurentis) has pleaded not guilty (to the charges)."
 George Miller Jr. an independent bookmaker testified that in 1982 DeLaurentis gave him a choice of merging his gambling business with the mobs or split his profits. "I chose to hook up with them," said Miller said "I'd probably get my legs broken if I didn't. Rocky (Infelice) said if we didn't join up he would find our printing press (to print football parlay cards) and he would smash it. My father told Rocky he was a friend of Joey Aiuppa. Louis (Marino) said, `That was then and this is now. We are up here taking over Lake County.' " By the end of football season, Miller turned over half his profits to the mob, about $50,000 to $60,000 from telephone sports bets he had booked, plus another $10,000 from his parlay card earnings. He also said that there were some benefits to working with DeLaurentis. When a racehorse who owed him $10,000., tried to skip town, some hoods spotted him at a hotel near  O'Hare International Airport in 1982 and stopped him from boarding a plan "They bounced him," Miller said, meaning they held upside down until his wallet fell out and $500 was taken as "a down payment" on the debt. "All I heard was a couple of screams."
 Sam Joseph Malatia was caught in extortion in Chicago and drug smuggling operation in Louisiana and agreed to turn government informant. Before that he had been a driver for DeLaurentis, whom he considered his mob mentor. Malatia discussed protection payoffs and said that DeLaurentis showed him how collect "You do what you gotta do to get the money," Malatia said DeLaurentis had told him. He recalled that one time in Giannotti's, a mob restaurant in Forest Park, DeLaurentis took a deadbeat gambler named "Steve" into a men's room and "messed him up a little. When he (Steve) came out his wig was wet (because) Sol (DeLaurentis) had thrown the wig into the toilet, then put it back on Steve's head."
 On March 9, 1992  Rocco Infelice, DeLaurentis, Louis Marino, and Robert Bellavia were all found guilty of racketeering and participation in an illegal gambling business.The jury concluded that Rocky Infelice had conspired to kill Hal Smith, but was unable to decide if he actually participated in the murder. They also found that DeLaurentis, had not conspired to kill Smith but agreed that he had actually plotted the killing.
DeLaurentis was sentenced him to 18 1/2 years in prison and noted that DeLaurentis showed "no remorse; no regret" for his crimes.
Not only had the jury sentenced them to jail,  the hood were ordered to forfeit $3 million to the government. After the convictions, the government decided to go after Infelice and DeLaurentis holding and demanded the right to interrogate the hoods wives and adult children about ownership of their homes, and financial accounts and other assets. They were after real estate, jewelry or other “possessions of forfeiture” such property are allowed under the racketeering laws the men were convicted of violating.
According to a government petition, prosecutors targeted $70,000 in an account with Ann Infelice's name on it with the investment firm of Paine Webber for forfeiture and asked the court to halt payments of $3,000 a month to Ann Infelice, arguing the money, from her husband's investments, was illegally obtained.
 While the government was trying to get their money, Infelice transferred ownership of a condominium at 1535 Forest Ave., River Forest, (Valued then at $250,000)  and a residential property in Hollywood, Florida into his late mother-in-laws name. DeLaurentis transferred cash and property at 411 Lauder Lane in Inverness  (Valued then at $400,000. It was occupied by Donna DeLaurentis and one child.) and Island Lake in Lake County to his wife and five close relatives.


“Ten Percent Tony"

"Tony Cermak was an example of the lowest type of machine politics that the corrupt political life of Chicago had yet produced. He was uncouth, gruff, insolent and inarticulate ... he could engage in no more intelligent discussion of the larger political issues of the day than he could of the Einstein theory of relativity. He appeared to take pride in his lack of polish."-Judge Lyle

   Like Matt Kolb, Roger Touhy was a cautious man. He was not prone to mistakes or leaps injudgement, especially when it came to defying a man as dangerous as Al Capone. In fact, the only reason he would have entered a shooting war against Capone and his massive criminal organization was based on his absolute certainty that hewould win. That, and his little known agreement with Chicago's powerful mayor, Anton Cermak, made the bootlegger positive that he could pull Capone from his throne.
"Ten Percent" Tony Cermak, the mayor of Chicago, would lead the Touhys into a war with the Capone syndicate. Tony Cermak was, as Judge Lyle noted, "not a nice man." Instead he was an intim- idator and a bully with a violent temper, who would never walk away from a confrontation. He liked very few people and trusted no one. As his power grew, so did his paranoia. In the state house, as president of Cook County and later as mayor, Cermak used wiretaps, stolen mail, secret surveillance and informants to get intelligence on the weaknesses of his enemies.
   Cermak was born on May 7, 1873 in a Bohemian village about fifty miles from Prague. The family immigrated to America in 1884, settling in a Chicago slum. In 1900, the Cermak family moved to Braidwood, in southern Illinois, where the elder Cermak worked as a coal miner. At age sixteen Tony returned to Chicago alone and saw his opportunity in the rough and tumble world of ethnic politics. He organized the Bohemian community into a powerful voting machine and before he was old enough to vote himself, Tony Cermak was a political power in the Windy City.
   In addition to his unquenchable thirst for power, Cermak was also a greedy man who used his power and position to grow wealthy. While still a ward politician, he formed the United Societies, a high- sounding name for what was nothing more then a shakedown operation to collect money from the hundreds of pimps and saloon owners who worked along the notoriously wicked 22nd Street (which was later, oddly enough, renamed Cermak Road).
   In 1902, at age twenty-six, Cermak went to the State Capitol as a member of the House of Representatives. He eventually worked his way up to Speaker of the House. This position allowed him, if he wished, to block every piece of banking reform legislation before the House. It was a position for which the state's bankers paid him richly. After three terms in the capitol, Cermak's net worth was more than one million dollars. By the time he became mayor of Chicago at age fifty-six, Tony Cermak, the nearly illiterate immigrant, boasted a net worth of seven million dollars, although he never had a job that paid him more then $12,000 a year.
   In 1931, Cermak was the undisputed boss of the most powerful political machine in the country, and declared himself a candidate for Mayor of Chicago. The syndicate, sensing the federal government might step in to restore order to the streets of Chicago if the hopelessly corrupt "Big Bill" Thompson was re-elected, stood solidly behind Cermak's candidacy. Ten Percent Tony Cermak the syndicate figured, was one of them. They could live and prosper with Cermak at the helm. On election day, April 7, 1931, Cermak trounced Thompson by the largest margin ever recorded in a Chicago may- oral election. He promised the people of Chicago that he would rid their city of gangsters before the Century of Progress Exhibition opened at the World's Fair in the summer of 1933. But Cermak wouldn't rid Chicago of organized crime. Instead he would try to corral it, dominate it, and grow rich from it. All he had to do was give it another face, a plot the federal government had unknowingly aided by putting Capone in prison on a shaky tax charge. Capone's imprisonment left a void in Chicago's crime syndicate. Cermak intended to fill that void with Roger Touhy.
   Touhy had told Saul Alinsky, a sociologist, writer and former member of the Joliet State Prison parole board, that in 1932 he entered a partnership with Cermak to run Chicago's underworld. The middle man in the deal was Teddy Newberry, a thug who at one time or another had been associated with every major gang in the city and acted as Cermak's bag man on the street.
   In a meeting at the mayor's office, Cermak and Newberry urged Touhy to wage a war with Capone's mob. Roger was reluctant. A defensive position against the mob was one thing, but an all out war was entirely different. The syndicate could, Touhy pointed out, muster at least 500 gunmen in a few days. Cermak responded, 'You can have the entire police department."
   Eventually, Roger agreed to go along, and Cermak sent word to his police commanders that the Touhys were to be cooperated with in the war against the syndicate.
   Wars cost money. Before the shooting started Roger had to be positive that the cash he needed to support a street war was in place. Anton Cermak could help with that.
   At 6:56 A.M., on December 6, 1932, Tommy Touhy led a gang of five masked men into the United States Post Office in the heart of Chicago's Loop. They overpowered the guard and stole $500,000 in securities and cash. The getaway was easy. Two hours earlier, Cermak called the police shift commander and ordered him to pull all of his men out of the area. A month later the Touhys, armed with machine guns, robbed a Minneapolis postal truck of $78,417 in bonds, cash, certificates and jewelry. Several days later they struck again, robbing a Colorado mail truck of $520,000 in cash.
   During that time Cermak increased his raids on syndicate gambling dens. In one afternoon alone, Chicago police acting on Cermak's orders impounded 200 syndicate slot machines plus another 300 machines stored at Gottleib and Company warehouses. This was the same Gottleib that would later provide slots to mob-owned Las Vegas casinos. As soon as the police took the syndicate's machines, Touhy's men replaced them with their own one armed bandits. The moment a Mob handbook was closed Touhy's operators were moved in to fill the gap. As always, Cermak had an ulterior motive. The raids were a calculated move to cut the syndicate's cash flow in half so that they wouldn't have the funding to carry on a drawn out street war.
   It didn't take the mob's leadership a long time to figure out they had been double-crossed by Cermak, who, along with Touhy, was now putting on the double squeeze. The quick solution for the syndicate was to kill Roger and Tommy Touhy. However killing them wouldn't prove easy, especially now that they were surrounded by a small army of enforcers including George "Baby Face" Nelson, a proven tough guy. (Below)
   Still, the syndicate's bosses were determined to stop the flow of union treasuries to Touhy. To do that, they would have to send out a message; they had to throw a scare into the union bosses. It had to be loud and violent and it had to be someone close to Touhy.
   Bill Rooney was just the right person.
   William James Rooney was a labor goon who had done his first prison time back in 1907. In the years that followed Rooney would face dozens of arrests including one in 1910 for the suspected murder of Joseph Patrick Shea. Shea had been the business agent for the Chicago sheet metal workers' union, a local which Rooney was trying to muscle his way into. He was acquitted of the murder, even though he had shot Shea dead in the middle of the union hall in front of at least 150 witnesses. No one testified against him and Rooney was released to continue his takeover of the union. By 1928, he not only controlled the sheet metal workers', but the flat janitors' and the meat cutters' unions as well. Capone sent word that he wanted half of Rooney's labor empire. Rooney refused and Capone threatened his life. Unfazed, Rooney made his own threats and then started to move his operation and his family out to Des Plains to live under Touhy's protection.
   On the night they killed him, Rooney was still moving his belongings from his home in Chicago to a rented house in Des Plains. His wife and two children had already driven to the country.
   Rooney waited outside his home while his chauffeur sprinted down the street to retrieve his car from a rented garage about five minutes away. Draped in a heavy grey top coat and dress hat, Rooney paced back and forth on the lawn as a blue sedan pulled up to the curb. One of the men in the back seat, believed to be Paul Ricca, rolled down a window and said, "Hi Billy. "
   When Rooney stepped up to the car and bent down to look inside, a shotgun appeared in the window and three blasts ripped into Rooney's head, chest and stomach. Remarkably, the blast didn't knock him down. Instead, Rooney grabbed the car as it sped away, but then slid slowly to his knees. He was dragged twenty-five feet before releasing his grip.
   With Rooney dead, Red Barker and Murray Humpreys took over the sheet metal and the building service employees' union and looted its treasury.
   Rooney's murder was one of the last bright moments for the syndicate. For the next two years, the Touhy-Cermak-Newberry combination pounded the mob mercilessly. In fact, within three days of Rooney's murder, the Touhys responded by killing Johnny Genaro, Capone's new acting chief of staff, and his driver, Joey Vince, by pulling up along the side of Genaro's car and drilling a dozen rounds of machine gun fire into both of them.
   Genero died immediately but Vince managed to live until the cops arrived. A patrolman lifted the hood's head out of a pool of blood and whispered "Who shot you? Who did this?"
   For a man full of bullet holes on the threshold of death, Vince was remarkably lucid. He sat upright for a second and said '1 can't describe the men. I was too confused at the moment it happened...and I would never tell you anyway, you piece of shit. "
   Then he fell back into the gutter and died.
   A few days later, Roger Touhy, armed with a machine gun, walked into a meeting at the Teamsters Headquarters in Chicago. With him was his top enforcer, Willie Sharkey, and two other men. Each of them carried a machine gun and a pistol as they herded the union officials and lined them up against the wall. As more members entered the building for a special emergency meeting, they too were lined up against the wall until there were over one hundred members held hostage.
   After two hours, Roger stood before the crowd and spoke.
   "Listen up you mugs, we've come here today to clean the dago syndicate out of the Teamsters Union."
   A cheer went up across the room from the membership. Roger looked over the faces in the hall and spotted a half dozen of Murray Humpreys' enforcers including Artie Barrett whom Touhy had known from the Valley. "We thought you were a right guy" he said to Barrett. 'What are you doing hanging around these rats for?"
   'Well, hell, I gotta eat Rog, " Barrett said.
   He let Barrett leave but pulled two of the syndicate's union leaders named Goldberg and Sass into an office and told them to call Murray Humpreys and tell him to come to the building as soon as he could. When they said they couldn't remember the number, Roger said, 'Well, get together and think it up or we'll give it to you right outside the door. None of you other mugs have to be afraid, we're after Klondike O'Donnell, Camel Humpreys and Jack White and we won't hurt anybody else."
   Out of ignorance or fear Goldberg and Sass didn't place the call.
   Roger rounded up his men and left the building at 11:30 in the morning, three full hours after they had arrived, taking Goldberg and Sass with him. His last words to the membership were, 'These two are going to get theirs. " Once again the membership exploded in cheers.
   Sass and Goldberg were released two days later. They were not harmed or abused. "Actually," said Goldberg, "they treated us well. The food was excellent. The conversation was good."
   Touhy's brazen daylight raid on the heart of the syndicate's union operation was a slap in the face for Red Barker and Murray Humpreys. The syndicate, less than several hundred in number, had ruled over Chicago's massive unions by fear and the threat of violence. Touhy's raid had temporarily taken away that edge and they needed to get it back.
   Barker and Humpreys retaliated with a daylight drive-by shooting at Wall's Bar-B-Que and Rib. Wall's was a restaurant frequented by the Touhys because Roger had developed a friendship with a waitress, Peggy Carey. In the middle of a sun-filled Saturday afternoon, four carloads of syndicate gunmen sped by the restaurant while Roger and several of his men lounged around in the parking lot. They sprayed the lot and the restaurant with machine gun fire. The Touhys returned fire but remarkably, no one was injured in the melee.
   In retaliation for the shooting the Touhys struck The Dells, a large syndicate speakeasy and casino operating just inside Touhy's territory. It was under the protection of a hood named Fred Pacelli, younger brother of future United States Congressman Bill Pacelli. Three of Roger's best men, Willie Sharkey, Roy Marshalk and George Wilke arrived at The Dells driving Roger Touhy's new Chrysler sedan. They walked into the casino, surrounded Pacelli and fired one round into his face and one into the small of his back. After the hood's girlfriend, Maryanne Bruce, tried to wrestle the pistol out of Marshalk's hand they fired a round into her head as well.
   A few days later, the Touhys gunned down Red Barker. It was a damaging blow to the syndicate. Willie Sharkey, Roger's most reliable killer, had rented an apartment overlooking Barker's office and waited there patiently, perched in a window, with a water-cooled, tripod set machine gun. Sharkey killed Barker by firing thirty-six bullets into him in a matter of seconds as he walked down the street.
   At almost exactly the same time across town, Touhy's gunners, dressed as Chicago police and riding in a borrowed police cruiser, killed a syndicate enforcer named "Fat Tony" Jerfitar, and his partner, Nicky Provenzano. The drive by shooting occurred as the two hoods sat in front of a store with their eyes closed, sun bathing their faces. They never knew what hit them.
   Next, Touhy's gang killed a beer peddler named James J. Kenny. He was found in an alley dead, having had the back of his head blown off. A few weeks before the murder the Touhys had taken the unusual step of warning Kenny not to push the syndicate's booze inside their kingdom. He did it anyway, so they killed him.
   Four days later an unknown hood, believed to be a professional killer imported from New York by Frank Nitti, was found dead on a Chicago sidewalk. His face was blown off by shotgun pellets. His frozen body was planted, literally, in a snow bank on a dead end street.
   A week later, Joe Provenzo, a syndicate soldier, was killed when two men wearing police uniforms asked him his name. When he answered, they thanked him, shot him through the head and calmly walked away. Five minutes later and several blocks away, John Liberto, another Nitti hood, was shot in the head at close range by the same two men.
   After that the syndicate took two more hard hits. At the crack of dawn Cermak was in his office, surrounded by his special squad and the Chicago chief of police, planning the day's raids against the mob's most lucrative casinos. Over the remainder of the morning, working on information provided by Roger Touhy and Teddy Newberry, twelve mob casinos were closed down. Sixteen Chicago detectives were demoted, reassigned or fired for allowing a rising syndicate hood named "Tough Tony" Capezio to operate in their districts. The loss of sixteen cops, all bought and paid for, hurt the syndicate badly, leaving them with very few officers on the take.
Cermak's pressure on the police department had scared most officers off the syndicate's pad, while the others waited on the sidelines to see who would come out on top in this war.
   The next blow came when two of the syndicate's best gunners, Nicholas Maggio, and his partner in crime, Anthony Persico, were targeted in a retaliation killing for the murder of Bill Rooney. John Rooney, the business agent for the billposters' union and brother to Bill Rooney, ambushed and killed the two men on a back stretch of road deep inside Touhy's territory.
   The syndicate was taking a pounding. Their ranks were already thinned from assaults by the federal government, not to mention the beating they were taking at the hands of the Touhy organization. To bolster their numbers the outfit's leaders recruited members of the 42s, a gang of crazy kids from an Italian neighborhood called the Patch. This same gang would produce the syndicate's next ruling body in the form of Sam Giancana, Marshal Ciafano, Teets Battaglia and others.
   Reinforced with the 42s, the syndicate tracked down a top Touhy enforcer named Frank Schaeffler, once a contender for the world's light heavy-weight crown. They shot him as he entered an all-night speakeasy called The Advance.
   The Touhy forces struck back by killing a major syndicate pimp named Nicky Renelli and in a separate incident gunning down Elmer Russel, a bouncer at a syndicate bar called the Alaskan Forum Road House.
   The next mob hood to die was Maurice Barrett. He was shot through the head and arm, then dropped at the front door of a neighborhood hospital where he bled to death.
   Three days later the Touhys lined up three of Nitti's men and shot them through the knees with machine guns after they tried to muscle into a meeting at the Chicago house painters' union.
   The Touhys scored another big hit when they killed Danny Cain, the thirty-two-year-old president of the Chicago Coal Teamsters and brother-in-law of George Red Barker. Several men in a car followed Cain home as he left a nightclub. They pulled up alongside his car and drowned it in machine gun fire.
   On a freezing Wednesday night, Willie O'Brien, a slugger employed by the Touhys, walked into a popular speakeasy called the Garage. There he was jumped by three men who tried to force him outside to the rear alley where a car was waiting. O'Brien managed to fight them all off until one of the men pulled a pistol and fired a shot into O'Brien's back. Unarmed, O'Brien was running toward the front door when another shot caught him in the leg and a third shot went into the palm of his right hand as he used it to cover his spine. A half an hour later O'Brien staggered into the waiting room of the Augustana hospital.
   Officer Martin O'Malley, who grew up with Touhy and O'Brien in the Valley, arrived and interviewed the hood on his death bed.
   'Who shot you Billy?"
   "I known them. Known them for ten years, but I won't tell you who they are. "
   "You're going to die Billy. Who killed you? I'll have your revenge."
   O'Brien just shook his head and died.
   Seven days later, the Touhys struck back. It was fifteen degrees below zero and snowing when a car pulled up to the curb. Several men in long coats climbed out, walked into a pool room and poured five shots into a syndicate hood named Fred Petilli who was leaning against a pool table, his back to the door. A few moments later the same car pulled up in front of The Garage nightclub where Jimmy O'Brien had been killed. A tall man, probably Basil Banghart, opened the front door to the club, tossed in a bomb and said "This is for Jimmy, you bastards!"
   The bomb blew the place to bits but remarkably, no one was killed.
   After that, Charlie O'Neill, a very young Touhy gunman, was kidnapped off the street, shot twice in the head and dumped in the middle of traffic on a busy intersection.
   The Touhys responded by killing a labor goon named Nichols Razes. They shot him five times during a running gun battle in the Green Hut restaurant owned by Razes' brother. Charles McKenna, a Touhy labor enforcer and president of the truck painters' union, was shot in the arm during the gun battle. He was arrested for murder as he straggled down the street, murder weapon still in hand. He was held, booked and then released for "lack of evidence."
   That same month, the syndicate tried to kidnap Roger Touhy's two sons as they waited for their mother to pick them up from school in Des Plains. Somebody had to pay for that and Roger chose Eddie Gambino, a dope peddler and union goon. They caught Gambino as he was about to step out of his car. Two gunmen, stepped up to the driver's window and opened fire. Before he bled to death, Gambino was able to pull his own pistol but dropped it before he could fire at his killers. One of the two killers, enraged at Gambino's defiance, stepped back over to the hood's blood-smeared face and fired at his temple.


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