"DUTCH" SCHULTZ QUITS TROY HOTEL—
TROY, Jan. 28 (Special)—Arthur (Dutch) Schultz, the one-time Bronx beer baron, who has been stopping at the Hendrick Hudson hotel, under an alias, left this city yesterday, after he had conference in his room with Chief of Detectives John F. Lynch and Captain James F. Gavin of central station.Schenectady Gazette. January 29, 1935: 3 col 3.
REPORT 'DUTCH' IN NO. TROY
Troy authorities stated today they know nothing of a report that Arthur (Dutch Schultz) Flegenheimer, is living in Lansingburg.Schultz, former Bronx beer baron, is under indictment in U. S. court, Southern district, for evasion of income tax payments. Recently, he left a Troy hotel at request of the management.Schultz, who surrendered in Albany several months ago and who is out on $75,000 bail pending outcome of his battle against the indictment in the Southern district, may face a new indictment in the Northern district. The Federal grand jury which met in Albany this week, is reported to have returned a sealed indictment.Captain Frank M. Connery of the Fourth precinct, Troy, stated that he knows nothing of the Lansingburg report."We are going to check, however, and find out if there is any truth in it," he added.The report said further that Schultz is living with several companions in a residence.Times Union. February 16, 1935: 8 col 5.
"Ride" Victim at Troy
Troy, Mar. 3 (AP)—The body of an unidentified man, stabbed twelve times and shot through the mouth, believed by police to be a "ride victim," was found today beside a road in a lonely section of North Troy. The body was wrapped in a gray blanket, bound with wire, and his hands and feet were tied.The body was found in a road between two cemeteries, about a half mile from the nearest house. It was discovered at 8 a. m. by two men walking in that section.The Troy police were notified of the discovery. They in turn notified the state police, because the spot was beyond the city limits. The condition in which the body was found lead troopers to believe the man had been taken for a "ride." Police believe that the body was brought to North Troy in a car and tossed from a machine.The hands and feet had been securely tied and the body bound with both wire and rope after it had been wrapped in the blanket. He had been stabbed above the heart, shot through the mouth, and, in addition, his skull had been fractured.
Description Broadcast
A description of the victim, broadcast by teletype, stated that the man was between 40 and 45 years old; five feet nine inches; weighed over 200 pounds; brown eyes and brown hair, cut very short. The initials "J. M." were tottooed [sic] on the back of his right wrist and the word "Bessie" was tottooed on the inside of his right forearm."Coroner Walter Healy said that the man had been dead three or four hours before the body was found.Sergeant W. E. Cashin, state police, said he believes the man's body had been bound before thrown from the car and that the victim suffered the fractured skull before being tossed from the machine.District Attorney Charles Ranney, Rensselaer County, is conducting an investigation, and ordered an autopsy performed on the body. This showed the victim met death from the stab wounds, the shot through the mouth and the fractured skull.The body was found by Harold Williams, Watervliet, and Chester Hillman, Troy, who were roaming the area being filled in by the city.Buffalo Courier-Express. March 4, 1935: 10 cols 3-4.
SEEK GANGSTER IN 'BUNDLE' SLAYINGInternational News Service Wire
ALBANY, N. Y., March 7.—"Get Dutch Schultz."That order was flashed to police throughout this territory today as suspicion was fixed on members of the former Bronx policy and beer racketeer's gang in the "bundle murder" of Jules Martin, Long Island manufacturer, whose body was found in a snowbank at Troy last Sunday.State troopers early today raided the Harmony Hotel at Cohoes in search of Schultz, but found no trace of him.Two alleged henchmen were arrested by local police last night after they arrived from New York City with J. Richard Davis, attorney for Schultz.After grilling of the pair, whose names were withheld, they were released on a writ of habeas corpus.Police said they are satisfied the men had nothing to with the Martin killing and that they furnished no information linking the victim to the Schultz gang.Detroit Times. March 7, 1935: 44 col 1.
BODY OF MURDERED MAN IDENTIFIED—Found Sunday Morning in Bundle Near Troy—FROM NEW YORK—Relatives Identify Julius Martin, Taxicab Body Builder—Claim He Had No Enemies.—
Troy, N. Y., March 6.—The first phase of the investigation into the Rensselaer County murder bundle mystery was completed yesterday. The stabbed and shot victim was Julius (or Jules) Martin, head of a taxicab body building concern in New York city, and known in Department of Justice records as Julius Mogelfsky.Positive identification was made at the undertaking parlors of Leahy and Healey in Troy by the widow, Mrs. Ida Martin of 116-26 222nd street, St. Albans, L. I., and an uncle of the victim, Herman Brovender of Brooklyn.The next phase is establishing the scene of the slaying, according to District Attorney Charles J. Ranney. It may have occurred in Troy or Albany or even in New York city. About three or four hours elapsed between the time of the slaying and the dumping of the gray bundle on a road near Troy early Sunday.Authorities questioned Mrs. Martin and Brovender from 3 to 8 p.m. in yesterday, delving into the post life of the victim and his last known movements.Mr. Ranney's announcement at the end of this long conference indicated the authorities have little to work on in this vicinity and that investigation in New York city is most likely to develop the case. Mrs. Martin said her husband had no enemies only "business competition," had received no threats and never had been attacked. He usually carried large sums of money Mrs. Martin said $500; Brovender said up to $2,000. Whatever sum he had when he was slain is missing.Martin left his home in St. Albans last Saturday morning and went to his office, the Allied Products company, 1860 Broadway, New York city. He left the office in the afternoon and was expected to take a train for Elkhart, Ind., where the taxi body concern's factory is located. Whether he took the train or not is not known at present. The trail ends with his departure from his office.The only connection with the racket slayings in New York city over the week-end which remains is that Martin was arrested twice in connection with his activities during taxi drivers' strikes there.North Adams Evening Transcript. March 8, 1935: 3 col 6.
MRS. MARTIN HERE AS GRAND JURORS TAKE UP MURDER.—
Attorney for "Dutch" Schultz Also at Court House While Investigating Body Deliberates.The Rensselaer County grand jury this afternoon was reported considering the case of Jules Martin, whose body was found trussed in a bag on the Oakwood Avenue extension [Oakwood Avenue north of the cemeteries] on Sunday morning, March 3.Mrs. Jules Martin of St. Albans, Long Island, widow of the slain man, was present in the Court House this afternoon as was Richard S. Davis, one of the attorneys who represented Dutch Schultz when he was questioned by District Attorney Charles J. Ranney in connection with the slaying of Martin.State troopers and the District Attorney's office have been working, it is known, for several weeks on an important clue in connection with the case. Whether the appearance of Mrs. Martin and Davis had any connection with the latest turn in the case, was not disclosed.Times Record. June 5, 1935: 20 col 5.
Noonan May See Schults At Newark, N.J. Hospital
James M. Noonan, Albany attorney, who defended Arthur (Dutch Schultz) Flegenheimer in his several jousts with Troy authorities as well as during his income tax trials, started today for the side of the beer baron, who dropped last night at Newark, N. J., under a hail of gangsters' bullets.He left for New York, stating that he might go from there to Newark to see Schultz."I don't know whether the hospital authorities will let me see him," Noonan said. He was asked if Schultz had sent word that he wanted to see him. "No, not directly," Noonan replied. He de- [scan of microfilm of newspaper cropped at bottom] fortunate." "I haven't even the remotest idea what it was about," Noonan said. "Apparently it was a total surprise to Schultz."The sinister Schultz, king of the policy racket in Manhattan and pre-repeal beer baron of the Bronx, has been in and out of the news ignominiously in Troy and upstate New York for the last five years, plaguing police as he jumped about seeking haven from the law.
Murder Mystery Figure.
Schultz is known to have been somewhere in or near Troy the time Jules Martin's body with a bullet drilled through the face was found trussed up and bundled in a blanket on the Oakwood Avenue [scan of microfilm of newspaper cropped at bottom] Oil Mill Hill Road, a half mile beyond the Troy city line.The body of the sack murder victim, 36-year-old former taxicab union organizer from St. Albans, L. I., was found on Sunday morning, March 3. It had been dumped from an automobile and left lying in the snow by the side of the road. State police presumably were seeking Schultz for questioning then they raised a Cohoes hotel the following Wednesday. [...]Times Record. October 24, 1935: 1 cols 2-3, 8 cols 3-4.
The Dying Ravings of Dutch Schultz.
NEWARK, Oct. 25.—The ravings of Dutch Schultz as he lay dying in Newark City Hospital were jotted down by a police stenographer and were made public today.The stenographic transcript covered the period from 4 P. M. to 6:20 P. M. yesterday.In a few brief flashes of what appeared to be full consciousness, Schultz said he was shot while in the toilet, by a "big fellow" whom he did not know.For the rest, delirium reigned. He reverted to childhood, called out for "Mama, mama, mama," told how to play jacks. He toyed with grandeur, in phrases such as "gilt-edge stuff," "I take all events into consideration," and "priceless collection.""Let me get up," he kept pleading. "Kindly take my shoes off." And, still humble, cried out such things as, "I won't be such a big creep. I am a pretty good pretzel," and "Please, Warden, what am I going to do for money?"Again, he lapsed into such gibberish as, "Open the soap duckets!" and "A boy has never wept—nor dashed a thousand kim."The transcript follows:"George, don't make no bull moves. What have you done with him? Oh, mama, mama, mama. Oh, stop it, stop it. Oh, oh, oh. Sure, sure mama."Now listen, Phil, fun is fun. Ah please papa. What happened to The Sixteen? Oh, oh, he done it. Please."John, please oh, did you buy that hotel? You promised a million—sure. Get out, I wished I knew."Please make it quick, fast and furious. Please, fast and furious. Please help me get out. I am getting my wind back, thank God. Please, please, oh please. You will have to please tell him, you got no case."You get ahead with the dot dash system—didn't I speak that time last night? Whose number is that in your pocketbook, Phil, 13780. Who was it? Oh—please, please."Reserve decision. Police, police! Henny and Frankie."Oh, oh. Dog biscuit. And when he is happy he doesn't get snappy. Please, please to do this. Then Henny, Henny, Frankie, you didn't meet him, you didn't even meet me. The glove will fit what I say, oh kayiyi, oh kayiyi. Sure, who cares when you are through? How do you know this?"How do you know this? Well, then—oh, cocoa know—thinks he is a grandpa again he is jumping around. No hobo and poboe I think he means the same thing."Here Sergeant Luke Conlon of Newark began to question him.Q. Who shot you. A. The boss himself.Q. He did. A. Yes, I don't know.Q. What did he shoot you for? A. I showed him, boss; Did you hear him meet me? An appointment. Appeal stuck. All right, mother.Q. Was it the boss shot you? A. Who shot me? No one.
"I Won't Be a Creep"
Q. We will help you. A. Will you get me up? Ok. I won't be such a big creep. Oh, mama, I can't go through with it, please. Oh—and then he clips me, come on. Cut that out, we don't owe a nickel; hold it, instead, hold it against him; I am a pretty good pretzel—Winifred—Department of Justice. I even got it from the department. Sir, please stop it. Say, listen, the—last nightBy Sergeant Conlon: Don't holler. A. I don't want to holler.Q. What did they shoot you for? A. I don't know, sir, honestly I don't. I don't even know who was with me, honestly, I went to the toilet. I was in the toilet and when I reached the — the boy came at me.Q. The big fellow gave it to you? A. Yes, he gave it to me.Q. Do you know who this big fellow was? A. No.
Ravings Continue
Here Sergeant Conlon's questioning ends; Schultz's ravings continue.“If he wanted to break the ring—no, please—I get a month. They did it. Come on,—(a name, not clear) cut me off and says you are not to be the beneficiary of this will. Is that right? I will be checked and double-checked and please pull for me. Will you pull? How many good ones and how many bad ones? Please, I had nothing with him. He was a cowboy in one of the seven days a week fight. No business, no hangout, no friends, nothing; just what you pick up and what you need.“I don't know who shot me. Don't put anyone near this check; you might have—please do it for me. Let me get up. heh?“In the olden days they waited and they waited. Please give me a shot. It is from the factory. Sure, that is a bad—well, oh good, ahead. That happens for trying. I don't want harmony. I want harmony. Oh, mamma, mamma. Who give it to him? Who give it to him? Let me in the district—fire—factory that he was nowhere near. It smoldered.
“Throw Up the Truce Flag”
“No, no. There are only ten of us and there 10,000,000 fighting somewhere of you, so get your onions up and we will throw up the truce flag.“Oh, please let me up. Please shift me. Police are here.Communistic, strike, baloney, honestly this is a habit I get; sometimes I give it and sometimes I don't.“Oh, I am all in. That settles it. Are you sure? Please let me get in and eat. Let him harass himself to you and then bother you.“Please don't ask me to go there. I don't want to. I still don't want him in the path. It is no use to stage a riot. The sidewalk was in trouble and the bears were in trouble and I broke it up.
“Dirty Rats Have Tuned In”
“Please put me in that room. Please keep him in control.“My gilt-edged stuff and those dirty rats have tuned in.“Please mother, don't tear, don't rip; that is something that shouldn't be spoken about.“Please get me up, my friends.“Please, look out, the shooting is a bit wild, and that kind of shooting saved a man's life.“No pay rolls. No wells. No coupons. That would be entirely out.“Pardon me, I forgot I am plaintiff and not defendant. Look out. Look out for him. Please. He owed me money; he owes every one money. Why can't he just pull out and give me control?
“I Do a Better Job”
“Please, mother, you pick me up now. Please, do you know me?“No. Don't you scare me. My friends and I think I do a better job. Police are looking for you all over.“Be instrumental in letting us know. They are Englishmen and they are a type I don't know who is best, they or us.“Oh, sir, get the doll a roofing. You can play jacks and girls do that with a soft ball and do tricks with it.“I take all events into consideration. No. No. And it is no. It is confused and it says no.“A boy has never wept—nor dashed a thousand kim. Did you hear me?”
“Don’t Let Satan Draw You”
Q. (By Detective) Who shot you? A. I don't know.Q. The doctor wants you to lie quiet. A. That is what I want to do.Q. How many shots were fired? A. I don't know.Q. How many? A. Two thousand. Come one, get some money in that treasury. We need it. Come on, please get it. I can't tell you to. That is not what you have in the book.“Oh, please, warden. What am I going to do for money? Please put me up on my feet at once. You are a hard-boiled man. Did you hear me? I would hear it, the Circuit Court would hear it, and the Supreme Court might hear it.“If that ain't the pay-off. Please crack down on the Chinaman's friends and Hitler's commander. I am sore and I am going up and I am going to give you money if I can. Mother is the best bet and don't let Satan draw you too fast.”Q. (By Detective) What did the big fellow shoot you for? A. Him? John? Over a million, five million dollars.Q. You want to get well, don't you? A. Yes.Q. Then lie quiet. A. Yes, I will lie quiet.
“I Know Who They Are”
Q. [sic] John shot you and we will take care of John. That is what caused the trouble. Look out. Please let me up. If you do this, you can go on and jump right here in the lake.“I know who they are. They are French people. All right. Look out, look out. Oh, my memory is gone. A work relief. Police. Who gets it? I don't know and I don't want to know, but look out. It can be traced. He changed for the worse. Please look out; my fortunes have changed and come back and went back since that. It was desperate. I am wobbly. You ain't got nothing on him, but you got it on his helper.”Q. (By Detective ) Control yourself. A. But I am dying.Q. No, you are not. A. Come on, Mamma. All right, dear. You have to get it.
“Take My Shoes Off”
At this point, Schultz's wife, Frances, was brought to his bedside.Mrs. Schultz—This is Frances.Schultz began to talk again, saying:“Then pull me out. I am half crazy. They won't let me get up. They dyed my shoes. Open those shoes. Give me something. I am so sick. Give me some water, the only thing that I want. Open this up and break it so I can touch you. Dannie, please get me in the car.” Mrs. Schultz left the room and Sergeant Conlon resumed questioning.Q. Who shot you? A. I don't know who can have done it. Anybody. Kindly take my shoes off. “Q. They are off. A. No, there is a handcuff on them. The baron says these things.
“Turn Your Back, Henry”
“I know what I am doing here with my collection of papers. It isn't worth a nickel to two guys like you or me, but to a collector it is worth a fortune. It is priceless. I am going to turn it over to…“Turn your back to me, please, Henry. I am so sick now.“The police are getting many complaints. Look out. I want that G-note.“Look out for Jimmy Valentine, for he is an old pal of mine. Come on, come on, Jim.“O. K., O. K., I am all through. Can't do another thing.“Look out, mamma, look out for her. You can't beat him. Police, mamma, Helen, mother, please take me out.“I will settle the indictment. Come on, open the soap duckets. The chimney sweeps. Talk to the sword. Shut up, you got a big mouth! Please help me up, Henry. Max, come over here.“French-Canadian bean soup. I want to pay. Let them leave me alone.”Schultz sank into unconsciousness then. It was 6:40 P. M. He died less than two hours later, without saying anything else.
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A possible glossary to explain some of the first names and terms used by Schultz in his ravings was suggested by police officers familiar with his life. It follows:GEORGE: George Yarlas, indicted with schultz [sic] for income tax violation.PHIL: Phil Courtney, a friend.JOHN: John Torrio, former Chicago big shot.FACTORY: Gang headquarters.HENNY: Henry (Sailor) Stevens, with whom he ran a speakeasy in his early days.FRANKIE: Frankie Ahearn, a lieutenant.CREEP: A coward.DANNIE: Daniel J. Iamascis, Bronx beer runner who died four years ago.MAX: Max Silverman, a Newark friend.THE SIXTEEN: The “Broadway Syndicate” of racketeers, sometimes called “The Big Sixteen” or "The Big Six."New York Post. October 25, 1935: 1 cols 1-6, 2 cols 5-7.A Century of Journalism: An Anthology of Outstanding Feature Articles from the New York Post, New York's Oldest Newspaper, Founded in 1801. Vol. 2. NY: Literary Classics, 1943. 67-74. [Reprint with some differences.]That sound of Martin's moaning still echoed in my ears as I ran through the rain. Just when they finished him off, or how they got rid of him, I never found out. His body was found the next afternoon by a road outside of Troy, wrapped in a blanket, with twelve knife wounds in his chest. I suppose they were to stop the moaning.“I cut his heart out,” Schultz told me later. He had a way of dropping remarks like that. It helped him to hold us under his power.Davis, J. Richard “Dixie.” “Things I Couldn’t Tell Till Now.” Collier’s 104(4). July 22, 1939. 38.
Hot Line
[...]Q. Is it true that Legs Diamond, the gangster, stayed in a house near 119th Street in North Troy?A. H. — LansingburghA. Not Jack (Legs) Diamond, but another gangster, Dutch Schultz, stayed at the house. It's now the Boradaile Restaurant on Cemetery Road overlooking the north end of Lansingburgh. When Schultz stayed there in the 30s it was owned by Billy Par who managed a boxer, Bushy Graham of Utica. Schultz met his end in Newark, N. J., but Diamond was rubbed out in a 1931 gangland shooting in an Albany rooming house the night after he was acquitted in a State Supreme Court trial in Troy.Times Record. May 5, 1973: 3. [The claim about the Boradaile, without earlier attestation, is open to question.]
Scruton-eyes-itBy Bruce ScrutonPolice Reporter
[...]Sgt. Arthur Quinlan, desk sergeant on the 4 p.m. to midnight shift, was recalling days of his youth the other night and the subject turned to two of the Roaring Twenties' bad boys, notably "Dutch" Schultz and "Legs" Diamond, both of whom visited Troy on busman's holidays from their normal "business" ventures in New York City. [...]"Dutch" Schultz was also implicated in a shooting in Cohoes in 1935. The body of the victim, Jules Martin, was found on Oakwood Avenue dump in Troy. No indictment followed in the case.The two criminals stayed in a private home in the Lansingburgh section of Troy and often visited one of the speakeasies. Although the name of the place has changed and it is under different management, the Sunset Inn remains.For any of the younger people who might have liked to live in that time when bootleggers walked the street, ask your parents or grandparents about Troy in the '20s and '30s.Times Record. May 29, 1973: 4. [The claim about the Sunset Inn, without earlier attestation, is open to question.]