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...were burned to death in an armored car ignited by natives. But most frightful of all were atrocities at Sholapur. This city - a cotton-spinning metropolis of 12,000 - was for a time virtually ruled by various mobs, some followers of the Saint, others a nondescript rabble out to loot while looting was good. After 50 deaths, 400 woundings, disorder continued. As a crowning horror three Mohammedan policemen were seized by Hindus, drenched with gasoline and burned. Despatches disagreed as to whether they were "burned alive...
After the city campaign, Judge Vitale was guest of honor at a dinner attended by policemen and known criminals. The diners were held up by a gang of masked bandits who later returned loot to the judge's friends (TIME, Jan. 6). The New York Bar Association investigated Vitale's conduct and found, as LaGuardia had charged, that he had negotiated a $20,000 unsecured loan from Rothstein to bolster up a sagging margin account. The Appellate Division of the New York Supreme Court last week heard the charge against Vitale, listened to his defense that the Rothstein...
Merchant Rappaport proved to be a glib gentleman who denied any knowledge of a counterfeiting scheme to loot Monte Carlo. Though he carried genuine casino chips in his pocket, he swore he was the guiltless tool of an unnamed citizen...
...residential fortress. Its arsenal contained two machine guns, numerous rifles, automatics, tear gas bombs, bottles of nitroglycerin. A trapdoor under a rug led to a hidden room with an emergency exit. In a closet were found bonds worth $319,850, part of which were identified as loot from a recent Jefferson, Wis., bank robbery. Questioning "Mrs. Dane," officers learned that Dane was none other than Fred Burke, alias Thomas Brook, alias "Cornbread" Burchell, alias Camp, Kemp, Kemper, deadliest of Alphonse ("Scarface Al") Capone's Chicago gangsters...
...crowded courtroom of a Philadelphia Quarter Sessions Court one day last week. On an improvised cinema screen flashed the images of a detective, a stenographer, a glum young man. The young man's lips moved. A loudspeaker blatted: "This summer I robbed 25 homes on my milk route. The loot I got was worth $10,000. . . I have not been beaten nor forced to make this confession...