23 February 1931 – Irene Schroeder

Irene SchroederLike a preying mantis, Irene Schroeder had a habit of destroying the men in her path.

The trigger-happy blonde was not content to continue life with a loving husband and young child and she was forever living beyond her means. These extravagances put strain on their marriage and the arguments led her into the arms of the previously pure Glenn Dague, who had a wife and kids of his own. As a result, both lives were to change beyond imagining and her effect on him was to prove fatal.

Led astray

Schroeder quickly divorced her husband and Dague dumped his family so the pair could be together.  However, within a week he was sacked from his job and the lack of steady money meant they needed to look elsewhere for a means of support.

As a result the pair conspired to fleece petrol stations to fund a lavish lifestyle and Irene hired a car in her dad’s name, roped her brother into the scam and dragged her five-year-old son along by default.

For a time they got away without being bothered by the police but eventually the law caught up with them and they were pulled over.

Amazingly they nearly got away with it because there was a small child in the car, but as the police checked out the motley crew guns were drawn and Schroeder shot one of the policeman before turning the firearm on his colleague. Although one died instantly, the other miraculously survived to provide what became a decisive photofit.

Cop killer

After this, Schroeder became known as the ‘Trigger Woman’ and the deadly bandits knew they’d be rumbled if they didn’t dump the car pretty sharpish. So they did, but in 1930, the photofit paid off when she was recognised by a deputy sheriff.

When asked for her driving licence she barked ‘who the hell are you?’ and when she was told she continued ‘I don’t like sheriffs. They shouldn’t be allowed at large.’

With guns trained on him, the deputy had no choice but to get in their car and if it wasn’t for the ridiculousness of the situation the abduction might have gone unnoticed.

However, it was in a car park…in broad daylight…with witnesses and so as soon as they drove away a chase ensued and it wasn’t long before they were captured.

Blagging it

As the trial kicked off, the sheer audacity of the woman emerged. At one stage she actually denied being called Irene, instead asserting that her name was Mildred Winthrop. However, as she’d admitted her identity when she was captured, it didn’t stand her in good stead with the judge and she and Dague were quickly found guilty.

In the hot seat

The penalty for the lovers was death and Schroeder was the first woman to be sent to the electric chair. She was aged just 22. Her lover Glenn Dague followed hot on her heels.

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117 Responses to “23 February 1931 – Irene Schroeder”

  1. Debbie Ray Says:

    One of the policemen she shot was my grandfather. My brother still has his hat with the bullet hole in it. His partner died.

    • Tom Wilson Says:

      Debbie,

      Do you have a picture of the hat you would willing to share? Thanks for the consideration.

    • Debbie,

      I’m a newspaper reporter preparing for a feature on the case. I’m particularly interested in the policeman that was killed around New Castle, Pa. Was that your grandfather’s partner? If so, please let me know, I’d love to speak more about it with you.

      • Bob Stevenson Says:

        Megan

        I read of your interest in this case. I am a retired Chief of Police who studied this case with intensity and wrote a brief of it while I was in college. I can help you fill in a lot of gaps. If you want to contact me, I can be reached at bobs56@verizon.net. By the way, the policeman that was killed was a Pennsylvania Motor Policeman which was a forerunner of the State Police

        Bob Stevenson

      • Bob Stevenson Says:

        my E-Mail is bobs56@verizon.net. Send your contact info to that E-Mail. I will call you very shortly

        Bob Stevenson

      • Grant Zellefrow Says:

        My Grandfather, Wade Heilman was one of the Defense Attorneys, as my Mother told me, for Schroeder. She also told me that he witnessed her execution. He returned from the execution a different and very somber person, bringing backwith him the slippers that Irene Schroeder wore to the electric chair. Grant Zellefrow email at grant@grantzlaw.com

    • Kris Smith Says:

      My mom just found out last year that Irene was her paternal grandmother. She has been researching this extensively and would probably want to talk with you. Her name is DJ, djeverette@gmail.com.

      BTW, my brother is now a cop and my mother is donating the proceeds of the book she is writing to a fallen officer’s non profit.

      • DJ EVERETTE Says:

        Thanks, sweetheart, Bob and I have already talked and plan to keep in touch.

  2. merrdith Ryley Says:

    Why would she run from the law just to be from some man?

    She is crazy! I can’t believe Mr.Dague would go along with her even if he is in love

  3. Tom Wilson Says:

    Debbie Ray, who was you grandfather? I am a distant relative of Irene’s. Would be interested in chatting with you.

    • Tom,

      My husband is a distant relative of Glenn Dague and we just were told about this whole incident this past week. I would love to chat with you to get more information on this.

      • Tom Wilson Says:

        Hello Kay,

        Certainly, I am more than willing to chat with you. I have done a tremendous amount of research on the Irene & Glenn saga. It is a very interesting story!

    • DJ Everette Says:

      I too am a distant relative of Irene’s, and doing geneology on the divorced husband, Homer Shrader (not Shroeder – but shows up both ways) and the little boy Donnie Shrader. Do you have any insights I might gain from you?
      DJ

      • Tom Wilson Says:

        DJ,

        How are you related? I have some information concerning Donnie and his father Homer. Most of what I know surrounds the trial and Homer’s efforts to get Donnie.

      • Tommy Says:

        ok i think i am a distant relatie of hers too.. and it was schrader or so im told.. but i have no info on her… Hopefully we could talk…

      • Christine Gibsom Says:

        Hi, DJ! I think my brother Patrick contacted you. We are grandchildren of Homer and his second wife, Catherine. Hope your research is going well!

    • Debbie Ray Says:

      I don’t know when you left this message or if I replied. My Grandfather was Ernest Moore.

      • Debbie,
        I have recently completed and published my true crime family book and would very much like for you and I to meet if possible as I travel across the USA on the “Fugitive Trail” You can get the book on Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com, and many other boooksellers including Kobo.com around the world. It is available in Hardback, Softback and eBook for download. I have documented your grandfather’s part in this story and hope that I documented it correctly from your perspective. It was a difficult time for all the families involved. Please stay in touch Debbie and let me know about your availability.
        DJE

  4. My grandparents were inprisoned when they were mistaken for Irene and Glenn. My grandfather was in the prison in Moundsvlle, WV and my grandmother in Massilon, OH. They were later released but never compensated for their time away from their children. It’s been a big secret in my family for years but I feel that they should have be exonerated for all they went through!!!

    • Tom Wilson Says:

      Tish I have a copy of the letter your grandmother sent to Irene (while she was in prison) asking her to confess to the crime. It is a very interesting letter!

      • Tom,

        Have you learned anything new about Deputy Lee Wright, out in Arizona, in your reasearch? Thank you.

        Bev A.

      • DJ Everette Says:

        Tom, love to see that letter! My address is 1807 Karsten Creek Way, Wilmington, NC 28411. Could you email or send me hardcopy? Please, please, please??????
        DJ

      • Tom Wilson Says:

        I am in the process of scanning in numerous documents from Irene and Glenn. As soon as I get it done I will make them available.

      • Tish Ice Says:

        Tom, so sorry it’s taken me so long to come back to this site. I would very much like to see a copy of the letter my grandmother sent to Irene. Would you please send me a copy to my e-mail? It’s princesstishie73@gmail.com

  5. Jeremi Kolman Says:

    Irene is my great great great aunt. while i am not proud of her crimes, i think it is still cool to be related to her.

  6. Debra Howell Says:

    My Mother and Father were blamed for these crimes and imprisoned for a time before the true people who did it were caught. This caused them a lot of shame for something they didn’t even do, because they were very honest, loving and caring people and would give anyone the shirt off their back. A great mistake was made and it could have cost them their lives. My mother had 3 small children at home at the time. If they would have been put to death I would not be here today.

    • Tom Wilson Says:

      Debra,

      Have you seen the letter your mother penned to Irene while she was in the New Castle jail? If you haven’t I would be willing to share it with you. It amazes me the tone your mother takes in writing it. If it would have been me, I don’t think I could have been as nice as your mother was.

  7. James Says:

    Jeremi…..I don’t see how anyone can think it is “cool” to be related to a murderer? This woman distroyed the lives of her own family, another man and his family, several policemen and their families…..how is any of that cool. Interesting maybe, but cool….

  8. Susan Turner Says:

    My grandfather was the one kidnapped in Phx and shot. He lived but had serious injuries and only 2 fingers on one hand.

    I have all the comic books, magazines and newspaper acticles about this whole affair from the 30′s, my gramdmother kept everything.

    • Tom Wilson Says:

      Susan,

      I would be interested in all the magazines you have saved. I am trying to track down anything related to thi case.

    • DJ Everette Says:

      Susan,
      I am related to Irene and doing family history/geneology for my children’s sake. How can I acquire or copy materials you have? Do you have a list or sources that you would be willing to share???? My address is 1807 Karsten Creek Way, Wilmington, NC 28411. I am working on information regarding Homer Shrader (not Shroeder – newspapers use both as you know) and their son Donnie. I would appreciate any information you would share.
      DJ

    • DJ EVERETTE Says:

      Susan, I am Irene’s grand daughter, I’m sorry to say. My Father was the little four year old boy in the car in Butler, PA when she shot the first police officer. Her son. Doing some family geneology and would very much appreciate copies of books, magazines and newspaper articles if you are willing to share them. My email address is djeverette@gmail.com. My telephone number is 910-616-3757. Can we talk?

      • DJ EVERETTE Says:

        Here is my phone number and email. Please contact me about this so we can share information.

      • susan turner Says:

        I have his vest that he had on that day he was shot and the comic books, magazine articles, notes, etc.

      • susan turner Says:

        Sorry it’s taken me a while to get back to this site. I will contact you with info.

    • DJ EVERETTE Says:

      Susan, Would you e willing to either copy them or sell them? I am interested in seeing them. I am on the East Coast in NC. Where are you?

  9. Tom Wilson Says:

    Irene was my grandmother’s 1st cousin. Obviously, the family was not proud of Irene’s crimes. As a matter of fact, grandma took it to her grave without telling any of us. It was years later that her husband, my grandfather, let it slip out and that how we found out about it. It would be interesting to chat with others that had loved ones that were affected by Irene. I know there is a lady in Punxatawney, PA that wrote a small book about her and Glenn Dague. I would welcome e-mails. I will check back often if someone is interested in conversing. I will be notified of comments via e-mail.

    • DJ Everette Says:

      Tom,
      Can you provide information on the small book that was written?
      DJE

      P.S. more than willing to discuss anything known about Homer Shrader and her son Donnie.

    • Tom Wilson Says:

      I have a copy of the book, titled, IRENE.

      • Ray B Says:

        I also have a signed copy of the book – not very well written, but has a lot of information in it. I noticed that it only named 11 members of the jury in the book… who was the 12th?

      • DJ EVERETTE Says:

        Tom, I sent you the list of materials I have and have heard nothing from you since we talked via phone. You had agreed to send me a list of what you have. It must have been “lost in the mail”? DJE

      • tom are you aware of a book written by Mark Adams called Pursuit of the Gungirl? It is about Irene Schroeder very pricey for a used book at Amazon.com. I was in Phoenix in 1995 & there was an article in the paper about Mark Adams doing research in the desert for his book. He wandered off & died in the desert. His wife I believe finished the book. The only review panned the book.

      • Tom Wilson Says:

        KLM,

        It wasn’t Mark Adams that wondered off in the desert. It was Paul Alexander, if i remember correctly. Mark Adams did write a book about Irene but he is not the one who died in the desert. Mark Adams is deceased now. He passed as he was finishing the book. I have had the pleasure of meeting his family. They are very nice people. Now, back to Paul Alexander – I don’t believe he ever published a book about Irene. I was contacted by, I believe, his daughter several months ago. I was led to believe that there may be a manuscript that Paul left.

  10. Robert Davis Says:

    I am related as well ,my grandfather ,Clarence”Toby” Potter told me that story years ago, he is deceased, he told me her Nickname was Hard Hearted Irene, and she was buried in a cemetary in Bellaire, Ohio

  11. Robert Davis Says:

    to Mr Tom Wilson, please EMail Robert Davis back, thank you.

  12. Tom Wilson Says:

    To Mr. Robert Davis,

    Indeed, Irene is buried in Belmont County, Ohio. I have been to her grave site. It is unmarked. Feel free to contact me at tom.wilson57@gmail.com

  13. Debbie Ray Says:

    Tom, My Grandfather was Ernest Moore, partner to Brady Paul

    • Robert R. Stevenson Says:

      Hi Debbie
      I was an Ellwood City Police Officer and had the honor of meeting and knowing your grandfather. He was a Captain in the Pa State Police when I knew him. I found this site by accident and it is amazing the misinformation on it. Like the fact that Brady Paul did not die instantly as the information on here indicates. And the incident occurred in New Castle and not Butler. I would love to correspond with you on this as I researched the case thouroughly when I went to college. I have even read the transcript of the trial. Please write back

      Bob Stevenson

      • Bob,

        I’m a newspaper reporter working on a feature about the case. I would be really interested in speaking with both you and Debbie about your memories of Mr. Moore. If you’re interested, just let me know and I’ll give you my contact information. Thanks!

      • Debbie Ray Says:

        Hi Bob, Sorry I don’t look in here very often. I would love to hear about your knowing my grandfather and about the case from you. Anyone can contact me at dray@ejbognar.com

  14. Tom Wilson Says:

    Debbie, thank you for posting. I can only imagine how that day affected your grandfather and family for the rest of their lives. Have you done much research on the web concerning all of this? If you would like to converse please e-mail me. I would love to hear anything you have to share.

    Thanks!

    tom.wilson57@gmail.com

  15. Don Dover Says:

    I was born Jan. 17, 1931 on the Butler Rd. New Castle, PA. Now called the Old Butler rd. after a new straighter road was built. East of our house a couple miles toward Butler, PA is a stone with brass plate marking the spot where Irene gunned down motocycle policeman, Brady Paul. He was answering a call to be on the look out for them. They had robbed a store in Butler, PA and were headed west toward New Castle, PA.

  16. Gary Heath Says:

    I am looking for anyone related to Night Watchman Lee Wright
    killed by schroeder in a shootout in Chandler AZ in 1930. We
    want to accurately recognize him in our history.

    • Bev A Says:

      If my family’s research is correct, he was my 4th great uncle. This story, including Irene’s name came down to me through old family stories. The story said that he lingered on suffering for 16 days after the shooting and then died.

      He was a deputy sheriff in Maricopa County at the time of the shooting and is recognized on their fallen officer’s website.

      I am curious about your source that he was a night watchman.

  17. Vicki Robertson Says:

    My grandfather, Theodore Warnock, served on the jury that found Irene and Glenn guilty. He was 28 years old at the time.

  18. Robert Davis Says:

    My name is Robert Davis , my grandfather Clerence “Toby” Potter told me the story of Irene years ago and said they buried her at Rose Hill Cematary on Rt. 214 in Bellaire Ohio, does the name Pearl Curry or Ray and Ruby Schrader mean anything to anyone, Pearl was my grandmother and Ray and Ruby my Aunt and Uncle, my grandfather was at her burial, and I am connected somehow but do not know how, If anyone could help I would appreciate it Thank You!! Rose Hill is now called Greenwood.

    • Tom Wilson Says:

      Robert,

      I hope you stayed dry for the OSU-ILL game. Dang it came down that night. Anyway, it was good to meet you. I think I have your connection figured out. We will need to chat on the phone. I have come across some more documents that will shed some light. Shoot me an e-mail and we will set up a time to talk.

    • DJ EVERETTE Says:

      I am Irene’s grand daughter. I’d like to talk with you, as writing a book with my Father, the little boy who was four years old in the car in Butler, PA. He is in ill health and not expected to live much longer. I have a third draft done, but could expand it further with acknowledgements if you are willing to share information, etc. My address is 1807 Karsten Creek Way, Wilmington, NC 28411. My phone is 910-616-3757 My email address is djeverette@gmail.com. Look forward to hearing from you

    • DJ EVERETTE Says:

      Robert, I am Irene’s granddaughter, I am sorry to say. Her little boy, Donnie, is my Father. I am doing work for the family and would appreciate any information you can/will share. Willing to pay for copies, postage, etc. as needed. Look forward to hearing from you at your earliest.
      DJ (was named after my Father Don Joseph) My name is Donna Jo.
      Irene changed his name from Homer Edward to Donnie Crawford Shrader a year after he was born.

      • The only thing I really know is that my Aunt and Uncle had a little store on Pinch Run in Bellaire Ohio there name was Ray and Ruby Schrader, I think that is my connection, Aunt ruby had sisters, Pearl, Martha, and I think Mamie, Tom Wilson is helping me find out where my connection lies, Pearl was my grandmother and was married to Clarence :Toby” Potter who was at Irenes burial, if you have heard any of this before please contact me Thank You Robert Davis.

    • pc pebler Says:

      robert was your mom jackie and did you live on 44th st in shadyside oh

  19. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    Tom Wilson, what is your phone number and when can I call you tomorrow? I am on EST and possibly we could talk in the am or Saturday morning?

    • Tom Wilson Says:

      Donna,

      i see you have provided your phone number. If it is ok to call you, I will.

      Thanks,

      Tom Wilson

      • For security we are now deleting DJ Everette’s contact details. If you need them again we will keep them securely, but we will need to contact DJ Everette before we pass on personal information.

  20. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    You have my permission to pass contact details for me on to those related to this website who ask.

  21. pc pebler Says:

    my dads grand mother was martha crawford (schoenian). you mat want to contact my dad paul. you can contact me at pcpebler@aol.com and ill set it up.

  22. Im sorry I dont know you first name, I have tried to contact you through your EMail, but have not received any thing yet, I would like to talk to Paul, I do remember him and Aunt Martha and aunt Muriel, I would like to know how My family fits into Irenes story, thank you very much, Rob Davis

    • DJ EVERETTE Says:

      Robert, my first name is Donna Jo. Named after my father, Donnie Joseph Crawford Shrader. Please send me another email, as I have not received a note from you,or perhaps the spam filter deleted it. I would like to compare notes.
      DJ

  23. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    Donnie was the little boy of Irene Vera Crawford.

  24. I found this site following up after listening to a radio dramatization of the story from the 1930s program “Calling All Cars”. Typically, they had the chief or some other representative of the force who arrested the culprits say a few words at the beginning and/or end of the show.

    This one seemed pretty true to the facts as given in above. One thing included in the radio program which might not have been true was that she at one point left her son with her father, and the child eventually implicated her in the murders with something he innocently said to the police.

  25. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    John, I would love to hear this radio dramatization of the story from “Calling all Cars”. Can you point me to the specifics so I can locate it? What radio station, date, time aired, maybe even the phone number of the radio station??
    You are correct in that she was executed by her son’s implication. If you read the transcript, it appears the two officer’s shot each other. I have also talked with some knowlegable relatives who insist that the police officers were up for the same promotion and had motive. love to chat.

  26. Hello,

    There’s a usenet newsgroup alt.binaries.sounds.radio.oldtime.highspeed where over the past few years I’ve downloaded quite a few programs. Depending on a particular internet provider or newsserver’s retention time for posted material you may still be able to find it there. The episode in question is titled “The Blonde Menace” and it aired April 9, 1935. You may also be able to track it down online.

    If not, feel free to email me at japurple01@hotmail.com and I could probably send it to you. (Sorry this reply to your post is so late; I didn’t realize I needed to confirm my account when I originally posted my previous message.

    -John

  27. Jayda Rae Says:

    I’m her Great great great niece…i find this so interesting…

  28. Jayda Rae Says:

    it was Shroeder i know for a fact it was because her son is still living and breathing and part of my family.

  29. david dague Says:

    Glenn was my grandfather’s brother, or my great uncle. I’ve heard bits and pieces over the years, but my grandfather disowned Glenn once he took off with this woman.

  30. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    Jayda, tell me about her son.
    DJ Everette

  31. Bob Stevenson Says:

    How can I get to you. Send me an E-Mail and I will call you directly. My Email is bobs56@verizon.net

    Bob Stevenson

  32. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    Just sent you my email, and would love to talk with you. My son is on SWAT Team for Inner City Terrorism and a Police Officer for the City of St. Paul, MN. Little Donnie is his Grandfather. I am hoping to publish something and provide some of the proceeds to the “Officer Down” Memorium. Ironic that Irene should start all this. I also have personal family insights regarding her life and perhaps what factors drove her to this end. Not excuses for her but perhaps insights that make her a whole person instead of just a cheap criminal.

  33. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    Bob, call me I have new information.
    DJE

  34. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    For those who have not read it, Megan Miller, of the Beaver Times in PA has written several articles commemorating the 80th anniversary of Irene’s execution. See February 23, 2011.

  35. Tom Wilson there is a short story “The Secret of Iron Irene or The Secret of Irene Schroeder by Ellery Queen. One is an earlier version. I haven’t been able to bring it up on the web other than his works.

  36. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    Seems Irene’s brother did the actual shooting of Corporal Brady Paul. Have the telegram he sent via traveling salesman found in Governor Pinchot’s papers dated 2/21/31. Seems she was executed at 7am 2/23/31. Sounds to me like she was as innocent of this murder as she claimed she was. Have the details and finishing up with this in my book. Any more insights? Love to hear from you all.

    • D.J. Have you titled your book yet?

      • KLM Says:

        Tom Wilson, thanks for the information. I didn’t realize that there were 2 books. Have you read the one that was published?

      • DJ EVERETTE Says:

        Several times. Working title is “Family Lies and Secrets” right now. See Pennsylvania Times 80th Anniversary article by Megan Miller recently done in February this year.
        DJE

  37. KLMN Says:

    Tom Wilson if you check the Phoenix newspaper for the summer of 94 or 95 you will see an article about the author who died in the desert & the book he was writing. The article talked about Irene & the murders,etc. It was around the 1st of June. There is definitely a manuscript somewhere.

    • DJ EVERETTE Says:

      which newspaper?
      DJ

      • KLMN Says:

        D.J. I’m not sure since I was on vacation at the time. I had saved the article, but haven’t been able to find it.

  38. Gloria Jean Shrader Says:

    My name is Gloria Jean Shrader- this is all very difficult for many people. I am Don Joseph Shrader’s oldest daughter, actually I am not the oldest , DJ Everette is the oldest daughter. She came into our live’s at the very end of my Father’s life. DJ is a lovely lady that did not know he was even alive until shortly before he passed. Don J Shrader married Donna M. Monter in Dec. 1944.
    I was born in April 1945. My sister Sharon K Shrader was born in Dec. 1949. Our brother Don Leo Shrader was born in April 1957. We (sister,brother & self) knew nothing about our fathers side of the family,he never spoke of them. My mother told me my fathers mother had died when he was very young & his father eventually remarried. My mother also said our dad did not get along with his step mother. My mother also said my father had 1/2 brothers & sisters. I was also told my dad ran away at age 16 or 17. He lied about his age and joined the Army Air Corp. I was finally told the truth about Irene Shrader when I was 17. This truth was revealed to me at a defining moment as I was going to run away from home. My mother told me the truth, I think it was to stop me- kind of like this is what happened to your father there for please excuse his poor behavior towards you. Anyway, I will delve no deeper for now. DJ is far more forgiving toward our father than myself. I lived with him and experienced a full on high functioning alcoholic that would rage, beat & curse my presence. My brother died at age 50 of chirosis of the liver. We know this because of the autopsy. Oh yeah most secrets are TOXIC. Family secrets can take a real toll on children. Therefor sins of the father…….. Good LUCK understanding & making sense of all this!!!!

    gloriashraderjolie@sbcglobal.net

  39. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    Glad you were able to locate the site Jean. Value and appreciate your perspectives. Here is an excerpt of the first chapter, of my book FAMILY LIES AND SECRETS, all facts researched and validated many times over, but would love any further insights as I prepare to put it to press, as I promised:

    OFFICER DOWN CHAPTER 1
    “Alright, Sarge, I’ll be on it right away” was the answer Corporal Brady Paul gave Sergeant M.J. Crowley of the Pennsylvania Motor Police when he received the order that sent to him to his death. The blonde, good looking, young man straightened his back, squared his shoulders and prepared to take action. It was December 29, 1929.
    Brady was from Hickory, Washington County, Pennsylvania. He was the last of the children in the Paul family, born in November 1904- , making him about 25 years old at the time. His Dad and Brady’s Mother, Vinta McGugin, had married in Woodrow, PA in 1893. His brother, Vincent had come along the very next year, followed four years later by his sister, Mary Ester Paul. There was another little brother who was “still” born, who they had named McElroy Paul. Brady’s dad had died when he was ten years old. So, tall, muscular, and in law enforcement, Brady was now the baby of the family, and they were all very proud of him. They all supported him. He was their hero. Brady was not going to let them or his fellow officers down.
    It was sometime before noon, and Crowley had received information from the Butler Motor Police about a robbery at the corner grocery store located at 300 North Main Street in Butler, PA. He had telephoned Corporal Brady Paul at the headquarters of the State Motor Patrol in New Castle to tell him Chief of Police West, and Patrolman Morgan of the Butler Police had said the robbers were enroute to New Castle. Crowley had asked Corporal Paul to immediately patrol the Butler-New Castle highway, now called Old Highway 422.
    The communications had happened quickly. The police had just started using a new teletype system for communicating with each other. It was later reported this played a major role in helping to set up the roadblock in time as the report had gone out to many cities and towns quickly. The Butler Motor Patrol maintained headquarters on the third floor of the Colonial Hotel. Brady and most of the troopers lived in rooms immediately adjoining the office. The building connected to the Colonial Hotel was a coffee shop. Close to the Hotel/Police Headquarters, was the building that housed Kelly’s Undertaking was at 347 East Washington street ,was just across the street from the Pennsylvania Railroad station. The first Warner Bros. movie theatre, “The Cascade”, was just down the street. It had been open since 1907, and was started by the Warners, who were mostly of Polish Jewish immigrants who resided in Youngstown, Ohio. Today this has been renovated into the “Cascade Galleria” as a tribute to the Warners. Back then, the theatre, as always, was doing a booming business. People seemed to want to forget the difficult, hard life they were living and for a moment, briefly live in another world. Brady, and his fellow police officers were no exception and it was handy to have it close by. Everything was within easy reach.
    All the police officers were friends of the John Crowl family, who owned the Colonial Hotel. Mrs. Mollie Crowl, wife of Paul’s landlord, was like a second mother to many of the younger officers, including Brady. Brady had just given her a picture of him after breakfast that morning, which he had made several days before, saying laughingly, “You’ll have this after I’m gone”. This was intended to be put with Mrs. Crowl’s group of photographs of the rest of the men on the Force.
    Brady had a square jaw, a strong chin and ears which were perhaps a bit too large. He had enlisted in the Pennsylvania Motor Police on January 7, 1926, when he was 20 years old. He had now served several years on the force. This officer was 6’2” tall, well built due to exercising a lot to deal with the stress of the job, and when he spoke, people listened.
    Brady had taken to police work naturally…the shift work, the long hours. The fact that the work is primarily crisis-driven and therefore unpredictable seemed to suit him. He did not seem to mind that he and his family lived in the limelight of public scrutiny. He had learned to maintain a “public face” which made him always appear to be in control, on top of things, knowledgeable and unafraid. He was able to control the emotions and reactions of others too – getting people to calm down, comply with his orders, and submit to authority and so on. The physical nature of patrol work and frequency of on-the-job injuries just came with the territory from his perspective.
    Corporal Brady Paul was in his prime, seasoned, and had participated in the arrest of a counterfeit gang on the Plank Road in the spring of 1927. He had experienced quite an adrenalin rush during the events. He always asked himself “what if I can’t top this?” after the arrests. He’d learned to isolate himself because he needed to maintain control and not show excitement, worry or empathy. In the beginning, it felt like he was acting, but now it had become a habit that he could not turn off, at will. He felt rewarded for maintaining emotional distance in the performance of his duties and punished for doing so in his personal relationships, where these same emotions had caused him to hurt and alienate the woman he loved and the family he needed. But, he and his sweetheart had made up. They were to be married within a short while. Brady felt, perhaps, he needed to leave the service and engage in another line of work, but he was up for a promotion so that would have to wait. And, unfortunately, the plans he and his intended bride had worked out would be ruthlessly ended when the bullets of a bandit would cut him down in the prime of his life in just a few hours.
    He felt a surge of fear come up into his chest, as he proceeded toward the door to depart. Several years before he had captured several criminals near the Andre Hotel on Roosevelt Boulevard. He had encountered a lot of violence. This was the first time he realized that he could die. This realization had ripped thru his life. It had altered his view of the world. He had survived several lethal incidents, but he had learned to be satisfied with a few successes.
    This was what he was made for, he reminded himself. Fantasies about the job itself had sometimes been replaced with a realistic acceptance of the boring and frustrating parts of the job: the mountains of paperwork, the influence of politics, the flaws in the judicial system and the relentless hammering of the media. He had been troubled; lately, due to the lack of work for the men with families in the surrounding towns and the rising fear of the people over the last few years had caused crime rates to rise. There was a lot more to do these days outside the office. He was proud of his record, and had demonstrated his dedication to the job and looked forward to the next steps in his promotional process.
    His enemy was anyone who broke the law. He felt it was his duty to stop them. And, he saw his enemy increasingly on the streets, in the alleys and riding by in cars. He was honest and full of integrity, but could be cruel and stubborn, or zany, depending on the situation. But, make no mistake, his job defined him. Everyone else knew it. He was a fearless officer, almost to the point of recklessness. He never swerved from his duty even though his path of duty led him into the gravest danger. He had made himself popular in and around New Castle through his efficient work. He treated everyone the same, enforced the highway laws and did it in a way that left no sting with the person involved. The criminal element was another story.
    But, at this moment he was running from the police office back to his hotel room, past Mollie, who was carrying a large stack of bath towels, in the hallway. Brady was quick to reach his room, grabbed his hat, pulled it over his dark blonde hair, grabbed his flashlight, baton and holstered his gun. Neither of them knew Mollie would later be the last to comfort him in his last moments on earth that day.
    Brady thought about his family, as he grabbed his ammunition. “Vincent is gonna love this”, he thought to himself. Brady’s brother, Vincent, who was ten years older, had provided a lot of the leadership and addressed the young Brady’s needs growing up. Vincent had interested Brady in the force, as he had once been interested in joining the police department – but later he had chosen to do other work at the factory, the largest tin plate mill in America. His wife had worried so much about her fears, he felt forced to leave the excitement of the police force. She had told Vincent she had felt alienated and lonely and would be concerned constantly about his security and the future of their family. So he had taken other work.
    However, now Vincent was out of work. The new strip mills were replacing how things were done and automating work without a man doing the usual manual tasks. Things had happened so quickly and the Great Depression had hit New Castle hard and sudden. Steel and paper mills, foundries, a bronze bushing factory and car construction plants sat idle. Even the Shenango China Factory, who created fine china for the White House and other wealthy people, was a mere shadow of its’ former self.
    Crime was at an all time high. Prohibition didn’t help matters. Brady had seen more than he wanted to see about how poverty changes good people, and causes them to do things never considered. And the worst of mankind fed on the plight of the rest. The speakeasies were full, and hardly a day went by that Brady wasn’t called to raid one or stop bootleggers on the roads with their liquid treasure. This thing was bigger than one mayor or one town. So many workers were idle and their skills were being allowed to rust. Vincent had been retraining for a new job with more versatile skills, but he was one of the lucky ones. Things were tough.
    Brady was glad to have his job. Vincent and his police family had taught him how to deal with intrusive or critical comments about the police that always were a part of the life of a police officer. Brady kept the tone humorous and light whenever he would get pigeonholed at parties and inappropriately asked for advice or if he “ever killed anyone”? He had schooled himself with prepared responses to tell whoever was asking he could not help them because he only dealt with the “easy cases”. This would get a laugh and him off the hook.
    Brady primarily hung out with other police officers and his sweetheart when he could. The professional bond that links cops everywhere makes one cop’s trauma the property of all of them. He had learned that to function effectively on the job he had to annihilate, smother and suppress normal emotions like fear, anger, revulsion and even compassion. To do otherwise was to invite overwhelming doubt or hesitance when decisive action was required, not to mention the razing by the boys. After four years on the force, he had become somewhat cynical and overprotective about those he cared for in an effort to keep them from the gritty realities of life during this economic depression. He had come to believe that most human behavior is motivated by selfishness. He was so young, and yet he expected nothing good from people and was rarely disappointed. This came from the prolonged exposure to the worst in people’s behavior. He saw that a lot. People lie to cops about everything…who they are, what they have been doing, where they live, and so on. It only took a few disappointments for the idealistic young officer to build a self-protective wall of cynicism against being made to look foolish or feel naïve. Dealing with politicians that never tell the truth was always difficult.
    Brady yelled to his fellow officer in the police office, as he strode by…. Private Ernest Moore, “Come on let’s go”. They raced down the wooden, creaky back stairs which thundered with their weight. They ran out the door of the back of the hotel to where his motorcycle, with a sidecar was parked, slamming the screen behind them with a thud.
    Ernie, dark headed, slightly built and nervous, quickly jumped into the sidecar, his body tilting awkwardly as he shoved his gun into the side pocket, and adjusted his hat. Ernie had joined the Force four years before this incident. He had previously been stationed in Beaver Falls for several years. Ernie and Brady were about the same age. He had a brother named Chester and was a native of Woodbury, PA. During this time in Beaver Falls, he met a stenographer, Marie Wenger, who had just become his wife the September before this fateful ride. So, in fact, Ernie was a “newly wed”. His Father, Claire Moore, had died 20 years before this day, when Ernie was six years old. His Dad was a mine foreman and died in a mine accident in West Virginia of a broken back. His Mother, Mrs. Molly Carper lived with Ernie’s other brother Dulcie Moore. But, Ernie had been raised by his grandparents in Altoona, PA, Mr. and Mrs. James Grace, at 111 Fifth Street. Ernie was mature, but lacked the confidence needed for a law enforcement officer. He had formerly worked in shops at Juniata of the PA Railroad, and worked on farms in the cove (Woodbury section) and was reported to have had taught school for several years in the Woodbury district. He wouldn’t know at this point that he was going to be paying the New Castle Hospital on the south side, (which was then the St. Francis Hospital and is now Jameson South Hospital) a visit real soon.
    Brady started the machine and pulled down his heavy eye goggles, rimmed in rubber, from the top of his hat over his blue, piercing eyes. He rapidly swept away the kick stand of the motorcycle with his polished high top boot, brushing his Jodhpur against the manifold, adjusted his uniform blouse and pulled on his long cuffed motorcycle gloves, adjusting their fit, waiting briefly for the engine on the machine to warm up.
    Ernie trusted Brady and looked up to him, because he knew he had a history of standing on solid ground. He respected Brady from watching him, or working with him at other times since he had enlisted in Troop B. Brady seemed to sense problems while others around him were often blindsided. Brady’s intuition was a natural gift to the Troop. He had a secure sense about his walk and presence, and he had a quiet way of connecting to people, without saying a word.
    But, Brady was reported to have one handicap. He had to be sure before he drew his gun. He never wanted to stop travelers at the point of a revolver. Later his buddy, Lorch, a Justice of the Peace from Allison Park, who had gone “bandit hunting” with him, would testify two years ago in Allison Park, Paul had advanced upon two men who robbed a gas station. Waiting to be sure they were the wanted men before pulling out his pistol, Brady gave the bandits the opportunity to seize him, push him into the car and then onto the road as they sped away. Lorch had said, in court, that he himself had to pursue the men in his car, wounded two, who were captured while the third got away. Brady just wanted to be careful with the authority he had been given but this flaw would be part of the action that would lead to his death.
    The two officers took off on the motorcycle, turning onto the roadway as the wind and snow swept the highway, and met their faces with a cold slap. They motored down the isolated US Highway 422 on the bike, going about 35 miles an hour. When Brady got just about three miles outside of New Castle, a valley town located along the Shenango River at the mouth of the Nashannock Creek, he turned into a driveway leading to the Harry Baldwin farm. The wind was high and a skiff of snow was sliding across the asphalt, chilling the officers as they dismounted. The Baldwin house was about three hundred feet from where he parked his motorcycle. They set up a roadblock. Brady estimated that they were 3 miles east of New Castle at Rosepoint in Lawrence County – 50 miles NW of Pittsburgh, 18 miles east of Youngstown, Ohio. Brady and Ernie got out on the highway and began to flag down cars. They started stopping cars headed for New Castle. They were told to be searching for two men and a woman who were fleeing from the holdup in Butler.
    The officers walked back and forth on the roadway. The wind continued to sweep snow across the highway and chill the officers to the bone.
    They stopped Ester Florence Steward, the driver of the first automobile coming from the right direction, and May McKee, her passenger, as they were heading from Butler to New Castle. Both were school teachers. Stewart’s widowed mother lived at 711 New Castle St. in Butler, they had indicated. Paul told them to proceed.
    Paul had stopped six machines from Butler, Moore would later testify, when they noticed a car with two men, a woman and a little boy. Finally, came the murder car, a green Chevrolet Coach with Ohio License plates. It was at the Baldwin Hill. Although they had no information about a child, they stopped them in front of Harry Baldwin’s driveway and near the Williams Shrubbery and Tree place.
    Paul walked over to the left front window of the car. The driver, a man with a moustache wearing a dark coat and a light grey suit, and a well-dressed woman were sitting in the front seat. She had broad cheek bones, with brooding grey eyes. A cute innocent little boy, about 3-4 years old, was standing between them. Another man was seated in the rear seat. It was a difficult situation for the officers.
    “Let me see your driver’s license”, Paul said to the driver, later identified as Glenn Dague. “Take it out of the case” he said, as Officer Moore went to look at the rear of the car and write down the Ohio license plate number… “D57461”, would later be reported as a stolen plate on a stolen car. Paul used the license case to conceal his right hand. He was getting a grip on his gun under the leather pocketbook. When the driver, Dague took back his license case there was Corporal Paul’s gun pointing right at him. Corporal Paul said “I’ve got you covered, you..! Take that license out yourself, and be quick about it!”
    Dague oozed carefully and quietly through the door on the driver’s side with the license case and gingerly stepped into the road in front of Corporal Brady Paul. He turned his head ever so slightly, and as he did this, while pulling his own gun and pointing it back at Paul, he calmly whispered to his female companion still in the car, “get away with Donnie”. The short, heavy muscled woman immediately scrambled out of the car with a gun of her own and without pause, shot directly at Corporal Paul. She hit him in the arm. His body swayed and his left arm twitched. He backed away from her. She ordered him to holster his gun and “Put up your hands”. “Pull your gun, Moore” yelled Brady Paul as he did as the woman commanded. Moore pulled his gun and shot at Dague missing him. And then all hell broke out. Everyone was shooting at everyone. The woman shot at Moore. As Private Moore moved toward the front of the car, the other man in the backseat of the machine, later identified as Tom Crawford, the female’s brother, shot at Ernie through the back window – hitting Moore in the nose. Moore jerked back and got a shot off at Glenn at the front of the car, but was unsure if it hit him or, later on his death bed would reveal, possibly Brady Paul. Dague, evidently feeling the woman had Corporal Paul covered, turned and was also firing at Moore, grazing his head, giving him only a scalp wound, but knocking him unconscious. Bullets were flying from every direction at/from all parties. The man inside the rear seat of the car rose up again. A bullet ripped from the inside of the car thru the front windshield in the direction of Brady Paul, past the little boy crouching down on the front seat of the car and crying in fear for his “Momma” Paul twisted his body as he held his left side with his right hand and moved behind a telephone pole nearby. He had been shot many times and blood was pouring from his body. Moore had been hit in the head and knocked unconscious.

    Pushing Moore’s limp body away from the front of the car, Dague, the driver, grabbed Moore’s gun and ran to the rear of the car, also firing a shot at Corporal Paul, hastily entered their automobile and started it in the direction of New Castle. Almost simultaneously, the woman also ran and jumped into the car as it took off while more gunshots came from the inside of the car. Another bullet hit Corporal Paul in the stomach, and knocked him down. Amazingly, Paul arose, drew his revolver and holding his abdomen, ran toward a telephone pole alongside the road. As the car sped down the road, Paul emptied his revolver at it, striking it several times.
    As this action unfolded, a Ford truck was driving toward the incident as the shootings were beginning. The driver, George Book, would testify in court later that he heard the shooting and had backed his truck up “to keep from getting shot”. Now, he drove quickly up to the site – after the Chevy Coach sped off with their original occupants. Both Corporal Paul and Private Moore were, at this point, up and walking around on the road, bloody and shaken. The passing Ford truck driver, George Book, pulled up along them and told them to “get in”. Corporal Brady Paul got up into the seat of the truck himself. He said to Book, “Get me into town quick.” “I’m shot up.” Book said he noticed Paul also had a gunshot wound in his right leg and in his arm he was just starting to feel. About that time, another car came along, and the truck driver Book stopped it. Officer Moore, apparently dazed, got into the other car, with Book’s help. The automobile and the Ford truck immediately took off to New Castle with their wounded police officers.
    Inside the Ford truck, Brady was able to talk some, but as they approached the city he talked less and less, and near the end of the trip he said nothing, as he stared out the windshield with its wipers pushing away the snow that was still falling. On reaching town they went directly to Kelly’s Undertaking and the Colonial Hotel/Police Station.
    George Book jumped out of his truck and yelled to John Crowl, the owner of the hotel -who met them at the door with his wife, Mollie, to “get an ambulance”. The Crowls called the physicians and arranged for an ambulance to come for the wounded officers. Mr. Crowl and Kelly helped load the hurting and embattled policemen into the ambulance. The loaded ambulance raced with flashing lights and siren to Jameson Memorial Hospital. Mrs.Crowl hurried to get their car and followed the ambulance, while Mr. Crowl notified the rest of the force about the events as they were unfolding.
    Mrs. Crowl rushed to the bedside of Paul in the operating room of the hospital. Dr. Wilson was directing everyone in the emergency room to take action to save his life, and administer to Officer Moore elsewhere. She took his right hand, which he could still use, and tenderly asked “Do you know me, Paul?” “Yes, that’s you, Mollie” he replied. The boys were accustomed to calling her by her first name. “I’m glad you came so someone would be here who knows me”, Brady said. He was suffering intensely.
    Gazing at Mrs. Crowl with tears in her eyes, Brady said “I’m going to die, Mollie” as he pressed his stomach with his right hand. The .38 caliber bullet had torn its’ way thru his stomach. He’d been shot many times and the blood was pouring from his body as the doctor and assistant tried to stop it. They realized yet another bullet had lodged in the joint of his elbow on his right arm. “No you’re not, Paul” replied Mrs. Crowl trying to comfort the young officer. “Yes I am. I feel it here.” said Paul as he pressed on his stomach again. Then, as Mrs.Crowl bowed her head sobbing, Corporal Brady Paul looked up at her and said to her “Tell the boys I did my duty. Tell them I did the best I could. Tell them to get those who got me, because they surely got me right!” Then he said, “You’ll see my Mother, Mollie”, “Please kiss her goodbye for me, for I am dying Mollie”. Mollie sobbed and prayed. Paul’s voice got lower and lower as he was weakening from loss of blood Writhing in pain in spite of the medication which had been administered he tried to recall the event that had caused him to crumble and first grab his stomach. A bullet had come from inside the car through the windshield at him, that’s all he knew. He’d been hit 7 or more times in all, but he recalled this shot clearly and in particular. It was done.
    Captain D.E. Miller, commanding officer of the troop Corporal Brady Paul was affiliated with, took charge of the situation. As soon as he had passed away, a State Highway Patrolman stood guard over his body. Paul was a martyr to duty. He had fulfilled in every detail the tradition of the service and performed his sworn pledge to the people of Pennsylvania, but until his slayers were captured his dying words would ring in the ears of the entire force.
    Nearby in the Hotel/Officer’s quarters, comrades of Paul prepared the uniform in which he would be laid away. They polished his equipment preparing to bid him goodbye. The glint in their eyes and the snap of their step indicated they would be his avengers. A four-state search was underway, involving more than 400 officers, for his killer. Everyone was on high alert, united in this thing….wanting to help in any way and pay their respects to this young officer who died in the line of duty. A squad of comrades accompanied Paul’s body to the Hotel where the funeral services were to be held tomorrow, Saturday, and then later on Sunday they would escort him to Hickory, PA, where he was to be buried with his family.
    Saturday evening at the Colonial Hotel Reverend R.C. Weaver, Pastor of the M. E. Church officiated the evening funeral service of Corporal Brady Paul. Then his body was taken Sunday morning to his former home in Hickory, PA. Further services were conducted Tuesday at 2PM January 1, 1030. . Weather was fair.
    It was the custom of the State Highway Patrol that all officers and the entire membership present themselves at the formal services of a comrade who has been killed in the line of duty. Internment was made in Mt. Prospect Cemetery in Hickory, PA. In Washington, PA his fellow officers, mounted on motorcycles, formed processions from the dead corporal’s home to the church, and from there to the cemetery. State headquarters was represented by Captain Price of Harrisburg, PA.
    While his slayers remained uncaptured, a relentless and eager vigil was maintained by the State Highway Police and the State Police throughout the night on all Lawrence County roads in Western Pennsylvania.
    All roads in Northeaster OH were under heavily armed police patrol in an effort to bring to justice Paul’s killers. The pick of the force turned out to police all roadways.
    Youngstown Police continued to maintain a tireless patrol of roads and streets in the city, but found no trace of the fugitives. The death car hade been reported to head out of New Castle, on a road that leads to Youngstown.
    They were looking for a woman gunman who shot it out with the officers as they sought to arrest the woman and her two male companions for auto theft and store robbery. Sheriff Harrison Reynolds was pictured in the Daily News of Huntington County PA pointing at the windshield of the auto abandoned by the robbers. It showed the gunshot blast thru the windshield of the auto abandoned by the robbers. There was one small hole coming into the windshield thru the driver’s side. A series of larger bullet holes showed up coming from within the vehicle which splintered the glass on the windshield on the passenger side of the automobile.
    The officer in charge of the highway patrol of Huntington, PA substation, Sergeant Charles Varner, in Miffin and Blair Counties, following the slaying of Corporal Brady Paul placed details of officers at an intersection of three main highways.
    In an effort to locate the bandits traffic was stopped. During the checking, early Saturday morning, each of the three details apprehended motorists carrying liquor and moonshine in kegs, all totaled 107 gallons and 5 cases of whiskey. It was prohibition, and this was a good result.
    Meanwhile in Benwood, WV, on New Year’s Eve, a four year old child was located thru a picture of a man which police said they found in a purse on the seat of an automobile abandoned by the killers. Chief of Police, Francis Moran, found the child at his grandfather’s home with his uncle, Ray. They took him to police headquarters for further questioning, after the child told him that his Mother had fired the shot which killed Corporal Brady Paul. The lad gave a very concise description of the shooting and named the two men who were the woman’s companions, Glenn “Duggy” and his Mother’s brother Tom.
    He told police he was the in the car with his Mother when the police stopped them. He named the men in the car.
    The grandfather stated the boy had been found on his doorstep, abandoned by his Mother. He told police he and his housekeeper was sitting in front of the fire one evening late last week. They heard a noise at the door. When he opened the door, he found his grandson, alone. He took him in, and the child said his Mother had brought him there. The old man said “We never saw her”. The search for the woman and her male companions extended to West Virginia after the child’s confession was announced.
    Out of the mouth of her four-year old baby boy, he gleefully recited the dramatic story of how his Mother had gunned down the policeman.
    A woman hunt was underway and a $3,000 reward was offered for the capture of the murderers after the tot who was in the auto told police and reporters his Mother had fired the shot which killed Corporal Brady Paul.
    New Year’s Day, 1930, the story was front page news in the Indiana, PA Evening Gazette, the Altoona Mirror, and the Charleston, WV Daily Mail. Pictures of the young boy with a headline which read “I saw my Mom Kill a Cop” appeared in a variety of local papers, which were picked up by national newspapers.
    Future articles covered the funeral and the widespread hunt for Brady’s killer and reported “Corporal Paul was slain by a woman bandit while he was on duty.
    Further rewards from the Pittsburgh Motor Club for the woman and her companions were announced as the entire tri-state district was aroused over the brutal shooting of an officer who was “too gallant to fire on a woman and whose gallantry caused his death “
    In further news articles, the woman was characterized by the papers as the “blonde trigger woman” and two men who were wanted in the connection of the brutal slaying of Corporal Brady Paul.
    Authorities refused to disclose the whereabouts of the child after he stated publicly “My Momma shot two cops”.
    By now, investigators were running down clues in Ohio, Pennsylvania and West Virginia.

    • Debbie Moore-Ray Says:

      DJ. Thank you for posting this. I did not know that my great grandfather died in a coal mine accident in West Virginia. I knew he was a coal miner and had died in an accident when was grandfather was young, but had no idea it as in another state as they lived in Bedford. Please be advised however that my grandfather did not have a “deathbed” He died alone of a massive heart attack while my grandmother was in the hospital. The son of the next door neighbor had to climb through a window of their home and found my grandfather deceased. I remember the morning that my grandmother called, worried that my ever attentive grandfather had not arrived at the hospital to sit with her. I was 14 when my grandfather died.

  40. Here is the Calling All Cars program in question:

    http://www.archive.org/details/CallingAllCars

    I don’t know what is more fascinating…Irene and the crimes or the outburst of people related to the crimes and players.

  41. Fred Cunningham Says:

    DJ,
    It is interesting how many people have a conection to this sad story. My great grandfather was the chaplin at Rockview when your grandmother was executed. Rev. C.F. Lauer. I believe you had a conversation with my aunt Patty about a letter to your father from your grandmother, Irene.
    God Bless and good luck with your book,
    Fred C

  42. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    Yes, I did talk with Patty and she sent this letter, which my Father never read, but the family and I believe it would have been a blessing to him in his old age just before he died. The day we talked about his Mother, Irene, he said “You know, my Mother was executed in the chair”. (More a statement than a question) and he broke down and sobbed like the four year old baby he was in the car during the original event (and he was only months away from death himself). It would have given him the peace that he needed to live a more blessed life. As it was he never received the telegram from Tom Crawford, Irene’s brother who was in the back seat of the car at the time of the shooting, confessing to the murder of Corporal Brady Paul. This was found in Governor Pinchot’s personal papers and had a request to stay the execution of Irene filed a few days before her electrocution. Just because she was different, didn’t make her a murderer, just a woman trying to survive the west virginia coal mines, the depression, prohibition and a woman with no rights at all since women didn’t even vote at that time. I think strong judgement is out of place since we do not know how we would have reacted given the same environmental circumstances and challenges. God bless her soul.

  43. I thought Irene confessed to the murder.

  44. DJ EVERETTE Says:

    She always insisted she did not do it. What was cynicism and sarcasm at the system was interpreted as confession.

  45. phanton lady Says:

    First of all, today is February 13th and this posting is so inappropriate and so “not right” on thi8s blog. Please remove. It is an affront to those who have been impacted by the events deocumented. Take this off the blog immediately!
    DJE

    • Old Sparky Says:

      Which post do you mean?

      • phanton lady Says:

        The video of the guy making lasagne and pitching his recipes.

      • Old Sparky Says:

        Do you still see this on the site? I couldn’t find any reference to it so I’m wondering if it was a default WordPress thing out of our control or a browser setting on your side. If it’s still there and we can delete it, we definitely will.

  46. phantom lady Says:

    Not on site any longer. Like to speak with you Old Sparky and determine the focus of this effort. As stated, it paints a picture of a very bad criminal. Maybe she was, but it is clear she did not commit the murder of Corporal Brady Paul. Shouldn’t that be explained somewhere in the front lead article?
    DJE

  47. Shereyah Barnhart Says:

    Carl F. Lauer was my great great grandfather and he was a chaplain. He witnessed Irene’s execution. He also got to witness to Irene before her execution.

  48. My name is John Hanlon I would appreciate more information especially…. about times in Lansing,Ohio .. and Arizona .

  49. To Gloria Jean Shrader, my name is Robert Davis, Ray and Ruby Shrader, were my aunt and Uncle, i was born in 1947 and also in the dark about a lot of things, my mother was Jacklyn Davis and we use to live in Shadyside, Ohio on 44th St, my mother and dad would take me to there house in West Bellaire, Ohio years ago when I was very young, Uncle Ray had a little gas station and small grocery store at the bottom of the hill from there home, I remember him letting me read the Comic books, while he worked, the only thing I can remember about Irene was my grandfather saying they had to bury her at midnight, due to the reporters, and she is buried at Greenwood Cem. I visted the gravesite the last time I was home , for some reason I was curious, being young at the time I was told about this I never questioned my Grandfather, I found a unmarked grave and beside that the grave of Tom Crawford, I remember my Aunt Martha and uncle Victor Schoenian and Muriel and Paul Pebbler who use to live in South Wheeling, my mother had put all her things in storage and did not pay the bill and they took everything, I do not know a thing about my family, hopeing you may help, my grandm0ther’s name was Pearl Potter(married Name) and I believe maiden name either Curry or Reese, my Grandfather who was at Irenes funeral was Clearence ‘” Toby” Potter, hope you can let me know some History, Thank You! Robert Davis

  50. To Mr Tom Wilson, Hey Tom, I have found a picture of my grandmother and mother and my grand mother looks a lot like Irene shoot me a EMail, ROB

  51. Ray and Ruby Shrader were my Aunt and Uncle, Ruby being Irene’s sister, I think my grandmother, Pearl is her sister to, if the family history is right, Rob.

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