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ALL fr AL and LAL for ALL The anthar introduced you from time to time to their favorite evil men of Gangland—John Scalice and Albert Anselmi who, you will remember, were imported to Chicago from Southern Italy in 1925 by the Imperial Genna brothers. Scalice and Anselmi, grim and mirthless fellows, were a perfect defini- tion of the word sinister. You would have been uncomfortable sitting in the same Yale bow! or Soldiers’ Field with them—more uncomfortable than walking down a dark alley at midnight with “Little Hymie” Weiss or Schemer Drucci. On May 8, 1929, the sensational long run of the terrible drama called Scalice and Anselmi came to an abrupt end. Pumped full of bullets, burned and beaten, their bodies were found in a lonely stretch of country in the bleak Indiana state line district. Scalice and Anselmi with one, John Ginta, a Ca- pone gangster, had been taken for a terrible ride, and one of the stories at the time had it that John and Albert had plotted to over-throw the Big Fel- low himself. A coup was planned. Capone was to be seized at a given signal during a banquet held somewhere in Chicago. You can easily imagine what Scalice and Anselmi planned to do with him. The banquet began. The signal was given. All Capone henchmen arose but, instead of seiz- ing the Big Fellow, they tock possession of Scalice and Anselmi. Capone, it is said, did not believe the story of the treachery of these men until, sitting there behind the spaghetti, he wit- nessed the signal, Eight days after the long, long ride of Scalice and Anselmi, the Chicago newspapers sizzled with the story of the arrest of Al Capone and his aide-de-camp, Frankie Rio, in Philadelphia charged with carrying concealed weapons. The arrests were made by detectives who had met Capone in Miami where, by this time, he had purchased and improved to suit his own peculiar needs, a vast estate. There was more sizzling when a day or so later, Al and Frank, were consigned to a county jail cell for one year. Along with the tidal wave of economiums on the efficiency of the Philadalmhian noline and PHUUGUCIPIa PCO at courts, came the inter- esting current of ru- af thie nlsacan narrativa 2 €1LtS PERE OmIL Ls ALE fice wes wep ous, mor that King Capone had placed himself on the spot for the Philadelphians in order that he might have the comfort and security of a jail cell until the Valentine Massacre probe, investigation, “heat” or what have you had gone the way of most Chicago probes and investigations of Gang- land’s crimes. Public temperature was so high at this time that Capone did not want to be foot-loose anywhere, and he probably got the idea of going to jail from his old master, Johnny Torrio. But even in prison, whither he was consigned for one year, Capone could not entirely escape from the stench of the Valentine Massacre. Three months after his conviction the prison authorities began receiving letters from a garrulous and somewhat foolish lady addressed to the Big Feliow. In the course of prison routine these letters were opened - and, beeause of the sensational nature of their Belek Bannsne cldae beother of B21 Aenane a5 he nndeonme Md wrlé Sager bal his attorneys recently during his arial and conviction for an income taz fraud. Balph was sentenced to threes years in the penitentiary. (55) contents, sent to State’s Attorney John A. Swanson. The letters were written by Mrs. Frank Beige, re- eenthr wed Her hushand was scomoeotimes described Lay WRU. BAW LEM RFEALLLA TF ERk) DOW EEE ee ee , correctly or incorrectly, as the Big Fellow’s per- sonal executioner. Beige may have been expert at handling a machine gun and jin putting an enemy on the spot, but he was a terrible dub at handling women, particularly Mrs. Beige. Any way, without his knowledge, Mrs. Beige, rambled on and on something after the following manner: “You know what Frank has done for you. He’s got to get out of town pronto for the other mob are wise. His life isn’t safe here. So you got to get us $10,000 in cash and do it quick.” Of course the Big Fellow never saw the letter, a fact which never occurred to the naive Mrs. Beige. When no reply came to this one, she wasted more paper and wrote on the following: “I’m asking you for the last time to send that $10,000 and get it to us fast. Frank’s sick of you leaving him to hold the bag. He can’t get out of town without the cash and he can't stay here without being taken for a ride. You kick across or Frank will go to the police and spill what he knows. Remember: everything.” In thus talking out of turn Mrs. Beige made a great many wild and reckless statements about what Frank thought and would do. Frank, as a matter of fact, did not know how Iittle wifey was trying to help him along. When the Big Fellow failed to kick in the $10,000 she again a > ree eee BUULTESSeu GLb, “All right. You're just as good as putting Frank on the spot, by leaving us stranded here. Weill, how’ll you like getting the finger on yourself? Frank’s going to tell everything he knows. He remembers fifteen shoot- ings he did because you ordered him to do them. He's going to tell just who killed McSwiggin for a starter. And he’s going to tell about why you had him bump Ben Newmark—be-