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glass, so Frank and Pete let Jack have it, and when they ‘had reduced him to a crumpled position on the floor of the booth with blood streaming from his head and face, they bowed themselves out. But Jack was not dead, although well punctured. When the police called on him at the hospital, he told them that he did not know who had shot him or why, but that he would try his level best to find out just as soon as he could get around to it. The election was held in a great cloud of smoke and with the better element. wearing gas-macks at the polls. Judge John A. Swanson jumped out of the ballot boxes far in front of State’s Attorney Crowe, and Mr. Thompson's machine was reduced to a feeble, sputtering condition, Agitation against gang anarchy continued with increasing gusto, a fact which inspired King Capone to depart on a long-needed vacation and when the press associations carried back stories to Chicago from Los Angeles, telling how detectives were pushing the Big Fellow around, one of the Chicago police officials declared that at last Gangland was beginning to disinte- grate, and that its king was a homeless wanderer. The police then turned their at- tention to the sad case of Mr. Ben Newmark, formerly an investigator for State’s Attor- ney Robert E. Crowe, but now u is knowledge of the underworld to do a little | ce’ muscling. Alas, alas, he didn’t last long, for he was out on the South Side where sweetness and light had not yet penetrated. Election or no election, the boys on the South Side continued sporadic warfare, and so one day as Mr. Newmark sat in the front room of his little bungalow in front of a window reading a newspaper, two men and a machine gun got upon a soap box, took careful aim (at about four feet) and there was a loud report and that was the end of the latest South Side muscle. For two months it was quiet on all fronts, but on June 26, the newspapers duly chronicled the fate of Big Tim Murphy, politician, racketeer, labor leader, robber and jail bird. This famous character whom you really ought to know better than you can know him here had been given one of the numer- ons vice-presidencies in the Capone gang, just before the Big Fellow left on that vaca- tion. Big Tim’s duties lay mostly in the ‘gambling field. One of his most ambitious ventures, a gambling house far out on Sheri- dan Road, which he had promoted in con- juction with Nicky Arnstein, had been knocked off and Big Tim, who had been out of Fort Leavenworth for only a short while, saw the need of making some good con- nections in a hurry. He seemed to ha the ri those i h t guys du ht guys du: prison years, and eo he went over with the OBANIOWS OLD GANG AS THEY LOOK TODAY. The dapper boy in the upper center is Joe Alsllo, head of the Unione Miciliane, On the upper left we have Leo Mongoven, body guard to George “Bugs” Moran, who, st this writing nad been missing for several weeks and was believed by some to have been taken for a ride. On the upper right we have George “mugs” Moran, Worth @ide lesder. 139) (1) “Potatoes” Kanffman (a) Barney Bertsche and (3) Jack Buta.