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Image of “Angie” first appeared : Best true detective cover July 1962
The story of the racket dames behind the sensational Park Avenue Jewel Robberies
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This is a link to a You Tube Video of a thief not unlike our Angie.
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Title: Now, if only she could find where that darling young miss, the one so richly clad in purple silk, had gotten her pretty little self-off too?
Case Study 113 : Warning, these are the raw, bare unusual facts as originally recorded. Some names, times, places and some facts have been altered.
Name: Angelica D circa 1933
Subject: an unscrupulous light-fingered body thief
Place: Resolution Ball - Baltimore (original incarnation)
Time: Evening, through early morning, of the dance
Story line:
Angie grinned, stowing away the emerald bracelet, as she smugly watched the police dragging away the struggling girl. Lit cigarette dangling from a corner of her lip; Angie smirked wickedly to herself as Ginny frantically tried to plead her innocence.
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One of the coppers had her by the wrists; the other tried gripping her waist, finding it slippery by the satiny gown she was wearing. Ginny was pleading, it was not me, I don’t know how it got there, please let me go, my emeralds, my bracelet… its…its..I gone! I must find it, shrieked the struggling girl. Angie just listened to the girl, ginning; Ginny’s tearful words, spoken in her brash nasally east ender accent, wasn’t helping her cause with the pre-judgmental coppers.
One of them snarled loudly into her ear, ere ,you aint the kind to wear emeralds sister, we’ve got your number, it was her diamonds youse was after.
Actually, she had, Angie admitted to herself wickedly. Yes, dear Ginny had been wearing an emerald bracelet, the one Angie now had tucked securely away. Nevertheless, she chose not to enlighten the harness bulls on the matter, and smugly watched as the small group disappeared through the entrance, heading down to the eastside patrol car waiting at the street, as she let a wisp of cigarette smoke curl upwards from her sneering lips.
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So it was now, with the emeralds safely tucked away, that Angie turned he back to the main door to watch down the long corridor as she continued puffing on her victory smoke. At the end of the hallway was the main entrance to the cavernous Ballroom where all action had all taken place leading up to poor Ginny’s arrest.
With a suspect now in custody, and two less security bulls, Angie was free to slip back in amongst the wealthy guests in attendance at the ball. Now, if only she could find where that darling young miss, the one so richly clad in purple silk, had gotten her pretty little self-off too! She shivered deliciously at the mere thought of it. However, she decided to take her time finishing her cigarette, give things ample time to cool down, as she marveled at the opulence that seemed to bleed from every square inch of the Baltimore Palace this evening.
How Angie savored attending events held here, and visited the Baltimore area Ballroom several times whenever she was in town on “business”. The lighting, modern for the day, seemed to coax any piece of jewelry to sparkle. Making it ever so easy to focus on even the smallest (and sometimes most expensive) piece a fashionably dressed female would be wearing.
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For you see, Angie was a master pickpocket, who, with the discovery and subsequent aid of a pamphlet written in the early 1800’s, was able to take her game to the next, more profitable level...
See Album: Angie Picks Chicago for the story of how she discovered the phamplette.
Entitled the Cutpurse: skilles, artes and Secretes of the Dip by “Gaston Monescu, 1826”, it covered the various tactics and moves used by master pickpockets of the time, Including whole chapters on successful “Methodes” of relieving a well-dressed lady of her” jeweles”.
Angie had nimbly crafted a new art form of relieving wealthy women and rich girls of their valuable jewelry. She performed this feat by combining the tactics of an illusionist, with the delicate touch of “The Dip” ; Employing this method to nick the fiery sparklers while still warm from the unwary, usually be-gowned , figures ostentatiously displaying them!
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Angie began to reflect on how the ballroom had looked when she had first entered some three hours previously. She had been eagerly anticipating the opportunities in store for her inside, and she was not disappointed in the very least. The place was packed wall to wall with guests dressed in their dapper nines for the annual event.
Like a kid in a candy shop, Angie had eagerly looked over the crowd, admiring the shiny, flowing gowns the female guests were wearing. Selecting and keenly observing dresses made of the richest, most form fitting material, for by long experience, these women wearing them would bring the most profit. By employing this method to narrow the field of selections, Angie was able to quickly to pinpoint on a piece of jewelry, make her move, and be gone before giving any security patrolling the area a chance to recognize her for what she was. It sometimes was as easy as taking candy from a baby, or as Angie like to imagine it, relieving a satin and lace clad innocent of her “silver spoon”
Angie than eagerly looked over the jewels of those she had chosen, vividly glittering their colourful joy at being brought out of the vault and worn for this evening’s festivities. She had been quite hard pressed to make a selection, so for the first 30 minutes or so, Angie just mingled about, following her whimsy.
Then she spotted Olivia. Elegant in a long slick purple gown of luxurious silk that flowed and moved tightly along her shapely figure as she flitted about, presenting the very picture of a tickle thief’s dream ( see addendum rr).. Young, flighty and loaded with beckoning diamonds, Angie began to stalk her in ever decreasing circles, hunting her slowly, deliberately, much as a snake in the grass would a tiny unsuspecting mouse. However, all too soon, Angie realized that this mouse was being watched over by someone else, like a hawk.
The hawks name was Ginny. Lower east end, rough as her cousin Olivia was polished, awkward in one of her cousins borrowed long satin gowns, she watched protectively over her mingling cousin from the sidelines, totally out of her element, ill-fitting right down to the only jewelry she wore, a shimmering elegant emerald bracelet that was obviously borrowed( probably from Olivia) . Angie weighed the consequences of an attempt on Olivia’s diamonds, deciding that there was plenty of less guarded prey, and so Angie reluctantly decided to let go of the scent.
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It was not much later that Angie, from her new perch at one of the twin bars that lined opposite sides of the room, found herself eyeing a most interesting subject. She rose and began trailing behind the swishing gown of her new prospect. The fine taffeta gown was spilling down along the still voluptuous, if not a little pudgy, figure of an older, matronly looking lady with long hair of faded gold. Her longish hair was home to a glittering Diamond Head band, from which shimmering strings of diamonds were entertained in her still silky soft hair.
The lady stopped to chat with two other finely decked out women, giving Angie a chance to circle and leisurely eyeball, head to foot, these unsuspecting ladies baubles. Angie felt her heart rate quicken with delight at what she saw.. Now, older women could be a little bit trickier since they were more likely to notice quicker the disappearance of often worn jewelry, as opposed to younger ladies or girls were not yet used to wearing fine jewelry adorning their squirming figures. Nevertheless, Angie spied something that should even the playing field a bit, so to speak, making this wealthy lady a fairly less risky prospect…
Now, Monescu‘s pamphlet had a little side Chapter on how ladies would sooner think jewels were lost as to believe they had been stolen from them (pickpockets only go after wallets and hankies, my dear, everyone knows that!) . To this end, losing one of a pair, like an earring, or clips, is a safe bet, especially if one desires to tempt fate and remain in the area to try for a second piece, like the brooch one of her friends was wearing.
And the lady Angie was ogling was wearing a pair of twin diamond and ruby clips, one on each side of the wide shiny sash that encircled her waist. Taking one of her jeweled clips should be as easy as slipping candy away from the side of a silken clad baby. Which in a fashion, Angie had actually done, once long ago, coming across a small group of wedding attired young girls playing alone at a playground, whose chaperones had obligingly wandered off for a bit. But, when Angie had left the chirpy little group to continue their game of (appropriately enough) cops n robbers, It had definitely not been the gullible young ladies candy that walked off along with her!
(See album, Angie at play, for the full story)
Angie’s full attention was now focused on the two wave shaped clips as the pair fired glittering salvos of flickering rainbow-like colures with each elegant movement their mistress made. Patiently Angie stalked from a distance, awaiting her chance. It came soon enough, when the Hors d’oeuvres were put out, and the clips, along with their mistress, headed with the other multitudes of guests to the long banquet tables. As they formed a line, Angie managed to wedge herself in between the lines, effectively cutting off her victim, who bumped against Angie.
Angie’s left hand slipped in and snaked along the satin sash, feeling once again the deliciously tingling ling chill she always experienced when her fingers first rubbed against the warm scintillating material of a luscious gown as she dipped in to steal the selected jewel.. This time was no different as her slender fingers located the first of the clips ; lifting it up, and nimbly flicked open the clasp( it was amazing how jewelers skimped on clasps when making upper end jewels), at the same time her right hand slithered up the slick taffeta backside of her victims gown. Reaching underneath an armpit, her fingernails dug in, distracting her victim as to the nefarious activity happening at her waist. The lady was knocked slightly off balance, and anyone else who saw the pair had their eyes focused their faces, and not on any handiwork occurring with the hands below sight.
Angie apologized profusely in her softest most innocent voice. Petting down the ladies backside as she did so with her right hand, while her left plucked the clip from her sash and palmed the jewel and slipped behind her back. It was over in seconds, merely someone trying to cut the line, and Angie made her escaped receiving a few clucks of the tongue from one of the ladies’ friend as the lady caught up to them. Angie just smiled at them winningly, her hand still behind her back. As she smiled, Angie slipped the diamond clip down inside her sash before turning away and heading off.
It had all come off quite easily, and Angie was congratulating herself, when suddenly a voice behind her pronounced, quite loud and clear, oh my gwad Ceclia, you’ve lost a brooch. Diamond clip Angie correctly the lady silently to herself. She did not turn, but kept on moving, even slowing her pace a bit. From the same area she heard Celica gasp. Me clip, I’ve lost one of me diamond clips! it was here a minute ago, remember Maud, you was admiring them, weren’t you? Angie could imagine from what actions the lady in the elegant taffeta gown was taking now that she had discovered her loss, security was probably hoofing their way over, Angie had to think quickly.
Not losing any of her demeanor, Angie turned causally around to watch with the rest of the nearby group as the lady was showing her sash and the remaining clip to a couple of her friends. Angie spied a brace uniformed bulls approaching. She casually turned and headed across the room, her mind whirling. she knew that the pricy clip was too hot to hold onto. She had slowly looked around as she sauntered away from the scene. Then, spotting one of the many Ladies powder rooms scattered around, she ducked into it. Angie knew from past experiences ( and a few hints from Monescu‘s phamplett) that rooms such as these had a plethora of hiding places to let “hot items” cool down..
She entered the room, the noise dying out as the door closed. She was alone, wait, not nearly, the room had one other occupant. Ginny was at the sink, washing her face, the bored look she had worn all evening now was replaced by deep thoughts, forlorn ones by the looks of it. On the fly Angie coolly devised a plan.
She walked up behind the unwary, unnoticing, fetchingly clad Ginny, and wrapped her arms round her, hugging, as she called out, Maude dear, I haven’t seen you in ages. Ginny was uncomfortably flabbergasted, and Angie felt her warm figure stiffen. She turned and Angie apologized, I am so sorry , I totally mistook you for someone else. I should have known better, Maude is not nearly as pretty .As she spoke, Angies’ fingers touched and prodded the startled girl, not allowing her to collect her wits. If Angie was hoping for a smile, she didn’t get it,. Streetwise Ginny looked at Angie hard, and scolded the thief for scaring the beezusses out of her. In a Huff Ginny left, Angie watched as Ginny’s soft gown curled around the closing door before whipping out of.
She was smiling to herself, for as she had hugged Ginny, she had deposited the clip in the girls green velvet purse that was laying open on the vanity. She had also in the process, tit for tat, whisked off the emeralds from around the flustered Ginny’s satin gloved wrist.
Not wasting any time Angie headed down the hallway where she secreted the bracelet in a nearby ash can, slipping it underneath the ½ ash filled bowl. Angie than reentered the ballroom, and went up to the orchestra’s conductor and requested a couple of waltzes, ones she knew were lengthy.
She then look around to make sure that she had all the principle players in her plot in sight. She spied Ginny talking with her cousin Olivia, and Celia was still searching the floor by the banquet tables. Now Maude , Maude took a little doing, but Angie spotted her chatting with a security cop. Great Angie thought, all I need to do is wait for it. “It” soon became apparent , was the start of one of the slow waltzes, and sure enough, Olivia was almost immediately scooped up and led off to the dance floor, leaving poor Ginny alone, as she had been most of the evening. Her hard disposition more than enough to keep any potential suitors at bay.
Angie immediately sought out Maude, a short mousey woman in a faded velvet gown wearing loads of gold chains and bangles. Angie caught her ear; feeding her a story about what she saw being placed in a certain green velvet purse. Maude’s eyes darted to where Ginny stood along a wall, and Angie saw a delicious gleam flare up in mousey Maude’s semi -be speckled green eyes.
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Angie than serenely slipped back, regaining her barstool perch and waited as the developments unfolded. Maude went to the copper she had been chatting up, and they both went to Celica. The copped grabbed a partner and the group surrounded poor Ginny. Angie kept one eye on the, and the other on Olivia, who was dancing on the far side of the room, blissfully unaware of the clamor on the far wall, that was surrounding her hapless cousin Ginny.
Angie saw that, upon discovering what she had in her purse, they were going to arrest her and escort Ginny off the premises, exactly as Angie had planned! Angie slipped from her stool, and headed out to the lobby to await the final act in Ginny’s tragedy. Angie concealed herself in the hidden alcove, behind the small ash can where she had stashed the emerald bracelet. Just in time to witness the poor girl, struggling between the two security types, and being forcibly escorting her out. When she was sure no suspicion was coming her way, Angie lit a victory smoke, and retrieved the emeralds, stowing them away as she looked back upon the protesting Ginny, struggling as she was being ushered out the door to the waiting patrol car on the street below.
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Now, Angie only had to find where that darling young Olivia, so richly clad in purple silk, had gotten her pretty little self-off too! With a suspect now in custody, and two less security bulls, Angie was free to slip back in amongst the wealthy guests in attendance at the ball. Good thing old Angie girl was a tough cookie, she contemplated, congratulating herself over not losing her head and coming out in roses, as happy with herself, she watched down the hallway. She was in no hurry; haste makes waste after all, so Angie savored her thoughts as she waited patiently to continue her mischievous habits.
Her thoughts now were trained fully on the unsuspecting, capriciously flighty , Olivia, and her dazzling diamonds.
In her minds eye she relished over several scenarios that could develop, and how to use them to her advantage, Angie exciting herself so much that she held the cigarette for a minute to lick her lips over them…
She imagined Olivia darting about, as she looked for her missing cousin, imagining, a well-placed foot on the hemline of a swirling long purple silk gown, which could yield some marvelous results.
Or perhaps Olivia could use some help looking for her cousin. Angie would then be able to discreetly help herself to some of the enticingly slippery-gowned Olivia’s dainty, but expensively fiery, diamond jewelry.
Alternatively, and best of all, and it is here where the almost purring Angie licked her lips, was a most scintillating scenario…
Angie could explain what had happened and offer to share a cab downtown with her new friend. Angie would comfort the worrying, sobbing (brought on by how Angie would describe what had happened) girl riding alongside her in the back of the bouncing cab. Angie would comfortingly stroke the warm figure encased in the richly slick, scrumptiously smooth silky gown, as she cooed words of encouragement in Olivia’s ears, Angie’s lips touching the diamond earrings dripping down from their lobes.
Then she would let Olivia go inside alone, as not to cause her cousin any further embarrassment. Then Angie would watch as Olivia hurried away, admiring the flow of her shiny gown in the light from the entranceways lamps ,and while also basking in the provocative sparkle of any remaining diamonds that Angie had not managed to spirit away during the ride down to the police station.
Angie shivered happily, as she gave one final drag on her cigarette and bent down to place it in the ash bin.
Suddenly Angie’s senses perked up, and she raised her head, shooting her gaze down the long corridor..
A lady was leaving the ballroom, unescorted, heading down the long hallway to the exit. She could tell by the quality of the long slinky gown that fell in ruffles from the hem of the long black mink she wore, and by the rings glittering from the hand that held the thick mink, that this specimen was well worth some effort. Angie rose, not yet noticed by the fur encased broad. One for the road, Angie thought to herself, bemused. The lady kept looking back, like she did not really want to leave and was afraid she would miss something exciting. That fact, along with the narrowness of the passage made for an excellent opportunity… A well place foot, and expertly placed bump, a few seconds of confusion, and the lady and Angie would part company, and Angie would have parted something else from the broad, and be a richer woman for it.
It was a formula that Angie had perfected and executed many profitable times. As a matter of fact, it had only been a few days prior that a young daughter, quite fetchingly (and targetable) in a pretty lavender satin and lace gown, ornamented regally with pearls and a flashy blue rhinestone tiara, had quite literally, but not accidentally, come under foot. Allowing Angie the opportunity to artfully nick the girl’s fine strand of gleaming white pearls (with a sapphire gemmed drop!) that had obligingly bounced up into Angie’s waiting fingers.
Angie now watched this rich lady headed towards her, with the very same thoughts in mind. But she needed to know what jewels the broad had hidden under that pricey mink. As the lady came close Angie tried to “will” her to open up. “C’mon honey, its warm, you must be burning up in that pelt, show mama what you got.” But the broad did not obligingly peel back the mink for Angie, and Angie would never know what riches may have been in the cupboard, or perhaps it had been bare, though Angie seriously doubted it. The lady reached her, shooting Angie a nervous smile. Angie smiled back, wondering if the lad realized how close she had come to being relieved of one of her fancy trinkets.
As the woman passed by, Angie watched her backside, musing to herself, Fine, I’ll just have to settle for Olivia. Angie then started down the long deserted corridor with a brisk walk, her satin dress bouncing in rhythm.
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Reaching the Ballroom proper, Angie stopped and gave the room a vigilant scan for security, and as she had figured, it definitely had loosened up. She then searched in earnest for the young miss clad in her expensive purple silk “tickling gown”( see addendum rr). The naïve young thing had been ever so carelessly displaying those delectably exquisite diamonds of hers with such reckless abandon that it would be a wonder if she still possessed all of them. It will be a wonder if she still does after meeting me, Angie mused. She almost was purring in anticipation as she thought about those diamonds, especially the long necklace and the way it had flung from side to side as the girl had walked past Angie the first time that evening(and several more since). Angie envisioned the diamonded box clasp at the back of her bare neck (long hair was high in a bun) that held the necklace around her neck, for now! She hoped that Olivia had not removed her shiny hairpiece to let her long hair down, Angie prayed, it would make things so much the easier.
As Angie thought about this she slowly edged her way along the wall, dodging in and out amongst the happily chatting guest, constantly on the lookout for Olivia.
Angie was suddenly, unexpectedly blindsided from behind as something incredibly soft, slickly bumped up against her back. Like a cat, she kept her feet and whirled around in time to catch a handful of pure heaven in the form of one of the be- gowned young “princesses” that seemed to be everywhere this gay evening. She found herself nose to eye with a young miss, resplendent in a long slippery gown as black as ink, and as soft as young chinchilla. The sleek gown literally poured tightly down along her perked figure to the floor, covering over her shiny black high heels. The colour of night that was her gown was broken only by the whiteness of her bare shoulders and neck, and by an exquisitely large, leaf like brooch of clear diamond banquets that covered her right side at least 8 inches above and below her slender waistline.
The young “princess” giggled nervously as she profusely apologized over her “silliness” at tripping over her own gown as she had stepped backwards. Angie oozed kindness as she spoke soothingly to the girl, watching her melt like putty in Angie’s light fingered hands. As Angie spoke calmingly to the girl, her eyes were indiscreetly soaking up the dazzling white diamond necklace that surrounded the nervous girl’s bare white throat that was now eye level to Angie. .Angie looked down at the girls gloved hand resting upon her full bosom , admiring the softness of the satin gloves (dyed to match her gown) that stretched up past her elbows, drooling secretly over the enormous cocktail ring that graced one of her fingers. The princess raised up her hands, giving them to Angie, who took up the satin clad hands, holding them as tightly as she was holding the girls gaze, before letting the girl slowly slip them from her firm grasp., .
The girls eyes finally broke away, and Angie smiled exuberantly, giving the girl an enveloping hug to show there were no hard feelings, letting her hands slip ever so gingerly down to grasp the girl by the waist, giving her a squeeze. She then let the young thing slip out, free to go on her way, as Angie turned and did likewise. As Angie sauntered off, she happily thought that it was sometimes funny how occasionally, when least expected, one gets very lucky. As she thought this, she moved her clenched fist to the top of her dress. Pulling the dress out, she dropped down her cleavage the rather large, expensively glittering , diamond brooch she had so carefully slipped from the rather ditsy young ”princess” black satin clad waist. The damsel had not so much felt a prick when Angie had lifted the jewel, snapped the clasp open, and slipped it from her figure as her hands had squeezed her scintillatingly soft waist. She now felt it wonderfully slip down, joining Ginny’s purloined bracelet already resting securely there. Angie stole a careful look back over her shoulder.
The clueless young” Princess” was now happily dancing away with a tuxedoed young man. Her handsome partner, with a neatly trimmed beard, had one white gloved hand holding up her hand in black satin, the enormous cocktail ring shining out like some richly coloured beacon ; the other white gloved hand lay upon her back, mere inches away from the simple hook in eye clasp of the necklace of white diamonds. Angie drooled, how she would have liked to have had her hands in either of the positions that the man’s were now laid. Taking the ring and necklace would have been a piece of cake. Angie did sometimes secretly envy men, who could get close to jewel-laden ladies in ways that Angie could not! Angie imagined these wicked thoughts to herself as she allowed herself to be mesmerized by the blaze of fiery diamonds that for the time being, were still wrapped around the “princess’s” slender white throat.
Angie was not worried about the young lady raising a squawk over a missing brooch. Clumsy Dames like her were used to having jewelry misplaced. Angie wondered if they ever realized how many times those jewels were not misplaced, but stolen by light fingered thieves who, like Angie, knew all too well how to read the signs and reap the rewards. If only she had had time to be better prepared, she sighed, turning her attention reluctantly away from the diamonds.
Angie moved off, filled with the confidence that the tides of her fortune had turned for the better. Rounding a corner Angie spied Celia off to one side, and toyed with the idea of slipping off her remaining diamond clip now that Maud was still chatting up one of the Guards (another one out of commission!) Then, for a split second, on the other side of the room, she saw the silky wisp of purple that singled out her prey. Now, down to business she said, licking her lips. With a cat like gleam in her eyes, she swiftly stole into the crowd of dancing couples. Soon she was lost to sight, swept up in a rainbow coloured sea of slinky swirling gowns.
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Addendum rr (excerpted from :Cutpurse: skilles, artes and Secretes of the Dip by “Gaston Monescu, 1826”)
A perfect tickle thief setup, as Angie renamed it, was a ploy for use on a lady “waering a long gown or skirtes” that was easily trip able, when a foot stepped on it from behind, sometimes added with a soft nudge, sending the wearer tumbling. Ones fingers, in the process of steading or helping would glide(tickling) over the material ( the sleeker the better) to reach and pluck free the fair ladies’ targeted bauble.
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Interested in reading more about the shenanigans of Angie?
Then Check out the following albums:
Angie Picks Chicago
Angie being Receptive
Angie being chartable
Angie at Play
Angie Trick Or Treat( coming soon)
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My 5th old and new photo from the excellent `Robbery`a British crime film from 1967,and we are in Marlborough Hill,the school to the left changed names for the film and is in fact George Eliot Junior School,the School to the rear left is Quintin Kynaston School where Suggs and many members of my family went,the tall block to the right is Ambassador House on Carlton Hill now obscured by trees,some of the houses to the right have been replaced...see my stream for many other old n new photos...
After being caught for violent robbery and kidnapping, Welcome was sentenced to 20 years in prison where the violence intensified tenfold.
“It was a horrific experience,” explains Welcome. “It was a man eat man world. It was either you eat or be eaten. It was a process of survival.”
Background
Welcome transformed his life to become a women’s rights champion, after taking part in a UK aid supported prisons project with Sonke Gender Justice. Their One Man Can campaign tackles HIV and gender-based violence.
In March 2013 the United Nation's Commission on the Status of Women will meet to discuss how to prevent all forms of violence against women and girls.
UK aid is working in 21 countries to address physical and sexual violence against women and girls and will be supporting 10 million women and girls with improved access to security and justice services by 2015.
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The Drake is a swanky downtown hotel frequented by some of the most famous figures in the world, from Winston Churchill to Marilyn Monroe. Al Capone successor Frank Nitti even maintained his office here.
Eric Nelson was a waiter here who hatched a plan to rob the hotel. On July 29, 1925, he and four other bandits, Joseph Holmes, William Mullenschuck, Ted "Tex" Court, and Jack Wilson, he burst into the Walton Street entrance and announced a stickup. Confused by the layout of the large hotel, they went around robbing employees when two gunshots rang out. A hotel detective had put two slugs in Tex, who staggered outside. Collapsing on the street, Lincoln Park police officer Patrick Hannigan shot the prone man three more times, killing him.
Joe Holmes ran to the basement and got locked in a kitchen, but not before he killed the son of cashier. Holmes gun was now empty and another Lincoln Park cop wrestled him to the ground and arrested him.
Nelson, Mullenschuck and Wilson ran into their car with $10,000 purloined from the hotel and sped north. They crashed into a trolley and split up. Nelson was shot in the head and killed by pursuing police.
Mullenschuck and Wilson escaped but Wilson had a bad head wound. He hid his share of the money at a restaurant and went to hospital. There he was arrested--he had signed in under his own name rather than an alias.
Mullenschuck was the only one who got away and was never found. Holmes and Wilson were condemned to hang on Feb. 13, 1926. Before he was executed, Wilson said, "We'd never done such a foolish thing if we had been sober."
Located at 140 E. Walton St.
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e quando sono arrivati i poliziotti, mi hanno detto che è normale, sono dei ragazzini zingari che cercano o soldi o gioelli!!!
maledetti ladri!!!
e dopo rimettendo tutto apposto mi sono accorto che se li sono portato via due dei miei cofanetti dvd SIMPSON stagione sei e sette. hanno lasciato le custodie pero! che carini!
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I got back home this evening after a long day of hard work. and i get to the entrance and this is what i see:
#1: they have broken the door open. all the lights inside were turned on.
#2: in the living room they had opened the top and the bottom drawers where i keep all my dvd's. at first it looked like they didnt take anything...which was a big surprise. my new flatscreen tv, my new flatscreen tv and the dvd player and the surround system, everything was there
#:my bed room was a mess. But my laptop, which is the first thing you see when you get in to the bedroom was untouched, and they didnt even take my new flatscreen monitor (which hurt my feelings cause its very expensive.lol) they had opened all the drawers and pulled out everything..all my clothes and thrown everything around.. all me boxers and sox, of which im not gonna put pictures of here. lol anyways...i carefully looked around and realized nothing was stolen.i called the cops, they came over and did their thing and told me that it was probably some gypsies, especially kids, they break in to houses and take any money or jewellery that they can find, and leave everything else behind. lucky me.
#3:later on while cleaning and putting everything back in place i notice... the sons of bitches didnt touch any of my dvd's.. and as you can see i have hundreds of them, they didnt take any,
#4 except for the two THE COMPLETE SIMPSON season six, and season seven dvd boxes. and they left me the covers of the dvd boxes. that pisses me off even more.
God damn it, pissed me off, and im still pissed. I hope i dont find out that they took anything else.
what a day!
The Drake is a swanky downtown hotel frequented by some of the most famous figures in the world, from Winston Churchill to Marilyn Monroe. Al Capone successor Frank Nitti even maintained his office here.
Eric Nelson was a waiter here who hatched a plan to rob the hotel. On July 29, 1925, he and four other bandits, Joseph Holmes, William Mullenschuck, Ted "Tex" Court, and Jack Wilson, he burst into the Walton Street entrance and announced a stickup. Confused by the layout of the large hotel, they went around robbing employees when two gunshots rang out. A hotel detective had put two slugs in Tex, who staggered outside. Collapsing on the street, Lincoln Park police officer Patrick Hannigan shot the prone man three more times, killing him.
Joe Holmes ran to the basement and got locked in a kitchen, but not before he killed the son of cashier. Holmes gun was now empty and another Lincoln Park cop wrestled him to the ground and arrested him.
Nelson, Mullenschuck and Wilson ran into their car with $10,000 purloined from the hotel and sped north. They crashed into a trolley and split up. Nelson was shot in the head and killed by pursuing police.
Mullenschuck and Wilson escaped but Wilson had a bad head wound. He hid his share of the money at a restaurant and went to hospital. There he was arrested--he had signed in under his own name rather than an alias.
Mullenschuck was the only one who got away and was never found. Holmes and Wilson were condemned to hang on Feb. 13, 1926. Before he was executed, Wilson said, "We'd never done such a foolish thing if we had been sober."
Located at 140 E. Walton St.
This Picture of the Week shows a snippet of the Hydra I cluster, which contains hundreds of galaxies. Each has its own quirks and history — but today, we focus on the story behind the leaky galaxy NGC 3312, which is the largest spiral galaxy known in the cluster.
This spiral galaxy, right at the centre of this image, looks almost smudged across the screen, spilling its contents into the cosmos around it. This is NGC 3312, falling victim to an astrophysical robbery: ram pressure stripping.
This happens when a galaxy moves through a dense fluid, like the hot gas suspended between galaxies in a cluster. This hot gas drags against the colder gas on the outer shell of the galaxy, ‘pulling’ it off of the galaxy and causing it to leak into the cosmos. This cold gas is the raw material out of which stars form, meaning galaxies losing gas this way risk a dwindling stellar population. Affected galaxies — usually those falling into the centre of clusters — tend to eventually form long tendrils of gas trailing behind them, leading to their nickname: jellyfish galaxies.
This is just one of the many astronomical processes that make pictures of the Universe so varied and captivating. What other stories are waiting to be told about the hundreds of blips in this image?
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BSO Deputy Guevara stands guard between the LA Fitness and CVS Drugstore on HIllsborough Blvd in Deerfield Beach. Broward County Sheriff SWAT members run up and down Hillsborough Blvd in Deerfield Beach after a masked man robbed the Washington Mutual located at 1100 Hillsborough Blvd. The armed suspect fled the scene and was last seen running towards the LA Fitness next to the bank.
On 01/31/13, at approximately 9:00pm, the Subway Restaurant at 2522 Allen Blvd in the City of Middleton was robbed at gunpoint. A white male entered the store armed with a black handgun and demanded money from the cash register. The suspect left on foot with an undisclosed amount of money.
The suspect is described as a white male with blue eyes, last seen wearing a dark colored hooded jacket, blue jeans, black winter mask and athletic shoes. He was last seen running south from the business and may have been in the parking lot of Harbor Athletic Club before and/or after the robbery.
Anyone with information about this crime is asked to call the Middleton Police Department at 608-824-7300 or contact Madison Area Crime Stoppers at 608-266-6014 or online at www.MadisonAreaCrimeStoppers.org/. Tips submitted to Crime Stoppers can be anonymous and may be eligible for cash rewards.
Sgt. Darrin Zimmerman
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Incident #13-660
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We need to speak to these people regarding financial robberies which have occurred in Calgary since 2011.
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That same robbery in the style of Jane Brooker. But, as my colleague Jen and I once dreamed - with a stocking on your head. Because with a gun and a stocking on your head you will achieve much more than with just a gun!
Photo by Rua Arnold
Great River City Festival robbery re-enactment. From the skit, "Don't Call Us Molls"
A Humvee rammed an armored car as it was unloading, allowing for a smash and grab. But with a police station across the street, things quickly went wrong, and the perpetrators went inside the bank.
Translate from ape *Put your hands up, this is a robbery! Give me all your money and don't try any funny stuff!*
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The great train robbery" Well today 08/23/2021 & 8/24/2021 the Atlantic Coast Line Locomotive No. 1504 was placed on flatbed semi's to leave the area its only really known as home Jacksonville Florida. Just one more piece of railroad history this town could really not care about. Sure its going to be restored for U.S. Sugar Corp.'s historic Sugar Express tourist train attraction. And one more piece of Railroad history in Jax/Fl will be lost forever. So I say Goodbye to the Atlantic Coast Line Locomotive No. 1504.
There was an attempted robbery with a pellet gun on Anawana Lake Road in Monticello, Wednesday night.
Sullivan County Undersheriff Eric Chaboty tells YWN Catskills, that two Orthodox women were walking on Anawana Lake Road near Walmart around 10:30PM, when they heard a noise behind them. Before they were able to turn around, one of them felt someone grabbing her pocketbook. They then witnessed a female perpetrator armed with a gun, and struggling to get the pocketbook.
In the struggle, the gun fell to the floor, and the perpetrator fled on foot towards WalMart, where she was seen getting into a small car.
Thankfully, no one was hurt – including their children who were walking with them at the time – and nothing was stolen.
The Sheriff Department responded along with Catskills Hatzolah. Chaboty tells YWN Catskills that the gun used is a pellet gun.
Deputies are investigating the incident, and are looking for a white female with brown hair and a ponytail, wearing a blue jacket with a zipper on the front.
If you have any further information that can assist this investigation, please contact the Sullivan County Sheriff Department.
The Great Train Robbery was the robbery of £2.6 million from a Royal Mail train heading from Glasgow to London on the West Coast Main Line in the early hours of 8 August 1963, at Bridego Railway Bridge, Ledburn, near Mentmore in Buckinghamshire, England.
After tampering with line signals, a 15-strong gang of robbers led by Bruce Reynolds attacked the train. Other gang members included Gordon Goody, Buster Edwards, Charlie Wilson, Roy James, John Daly, Jimmy White, Ronnie Biggs, Tommy Wisbey, Jim Hussey, Bob Welch and Roger Cordrey, as well as three men known only as numbers "1", "2" and "3". A 16th man, an unnamed retired train driver, was also present at the time of the robbery
With careful planning based on inside information from an individual known as "The Ulsterman" (named as Patrick McKenna in 2014), the robbers escaped with over £2.6 million (equivalent to £49.1 million today). The bulk of the stolen money was never recovered. Though the gang did not use any firearms, Jack Mills, the train driver, was beaten over the head with a metal bar. Mills' injuries were severe enough to end his career.
After the robbery, the gang hid at Leatherslade Farm. It was after the police found this hideout that incriminating evidence would lead to the eventual arrest and conviction of most of the gang. The ringleaders were sentenced to 30 years in jail.
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Ronald Arthur Biggs (8 August 1929 – 18 December 2013) was an English criminal who helped plan and carry out the Great Train Robbery of 1963. He subsequently became notorious for his escape from prison in 1965, living as a fugitive for 36 years, and for his various publicity stunts while in exile. In 2001, Biggs returned to the United Kingdom and spent several years in prison, where his health rapidly declined. He was released from prison on compassionate grounds in August 2009 and died in a nursing home in December 2013.
Ronnie BIGGS (1929-2013). The Great Train Robber. Biggs and his band of thieves electrified the world on August 8, 1963 (his birthday) pulling off the largest robbery in history known as “The Great Train Robbery.” The total haul was 2,631,784 pounds worth over 30 million dollars at today’s rates. Biggs was the only one to escape prison (July 1965) and managed to elude the world’s police until 1974. His successful battle against arrest in Brazil by Scotland Yard made world headlines. Brazilian law allowed Biggs to stay in Brazil. Biggs is listed in the Guinness Book of Records as the world’s longest outstanding fugitive. He was dubbed by Scotland yard as “The Brain of the Great Train Robbery.” LINK - www.stephenkoschal.com/Biggs-Note.html
BIGGS, Ronnie (1929-Dec.18, 2013). Notorious British criminal who became known as “The Brain of the Great Train Robbery”. The robbery was of a Royal Mail Train traveling from Glasgow to London. The robbery netted about $4 million dollars which is about $65 million today. Biggs escaped from prison and evaded Scotland Yard for over 3 decades. The robbery is most likely the most famous in British history. Biggs lived in Brazil for many years never answering all his fan mail. Limited edition print of Ronnie Biggs. Limited to only 100 copies. Contains a biography of Ronnie Biggs and affixed to this card is an original color photo taken of Biggs at his home in Rio de Janiero. Hand signed by Ronnie Biggs. Measures 8”x10”. LINK - www.stephenkoschal.com/biggsCert.html
LINK to video - The LIFE of England's BIGGEST ROBBER Ronnie Biggs | Full Documentary - www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgwlHgDSecI
There was an attempted robbery with a pellet gun on Anawana Lake Road in Monticello, Wednesday night.
Sullivan County Undersheriff Eric Chaboty tells YWN Catskills, that two Orthodox women were walking on Anawana Lake Road near Walmart around 10:30PM, when they heard a noise behind them. Before they were able to turn around, one of them felt someone grabbing her pocketbook. They then witnessed a female perpetrator armed with a gun, and struggling to get the pocketbook.
In the struggle, the gun fell to the floor, and the perpetrator fled on foot towards WalMart, where she was seen getting into a small car.
Thankfully, no one was hurt – including their children who were walking with them at the time – and nothing was stolen.
The Sheriff Department responded along with Catskills Hatzolah. Chaboty tells YWN Catskills that the gun used is a pellet gun.
Deputies are investigating the incident, and are looking for a white female with brown hair and a ponytail, wearing a blue jacket with a zipper on the front.
If you have any further information that can assist this investigation, please contact the Sullivan County Sheriff Department.
Abellio Surrey 8774 (LK07 CBX) runs along Horton Road on its way to Heathrow Central Bus Station on route 441.
Currently, buses on the service do a tortuous loop in order to serve the village, which as a through passenger, is really annoying:
Buses towards Heathrow run from Stanwell along Stanwell Moor Road (past the end of Horton Road) to the roundabout at the end of Stanwell Moor Road, then have to turn left onto Airport Way, left onto Spout Lane (into Stanwell Moor), left on Horton Road, all the way back to Stanwell Moor Road again, where they then do another left turn onto the bit of road they've already served, up to the to the roundabout at the end of Stanwell Moor Road again, before turning right and heading off to Terminal 5.
As part of Abellio's network review, which aims to improve reliability, from 5th April 2014, the 441 will no longer serve Stanwell Moor, running straight up the main road (like the 71) instead. This is a good change and will no doubt benefit far more people than it displeases.
As a replacement, the 557, which is being diverted after Stanwell to Terminal 5 instead of Terminal 4 and Hatton Cross, will go around Stanwell Moor, with an improved 591 service (with some journeys numbered 590 and running via Stanwell Moor Road, and some of those run by Abellio or Bear Buses rather than Carlone) to help with the loss of the 441's link to Staines.
This road, further along, is excellent for planes, and if you were paitent enough on a sunny day, I'm sure you could get a great shot of a bus coming along with a plane taking off above it, or coming into land (depending on time of day).
Unfortunately, when I took this shot, I hadn't realised that I was standing outside the home of the unofficial, and super-aggressive, Stanwell Moor neighbourhood watch(tower), so ended up being interrogated by some paranoid guy for several minutes after the bus had passed, who was convinced I'd waited five minutes outside his house, in full view of everyone and much passing traffic, and then only after that time, taken one photo (of the road the bus is on), which I was then going to use to rob his house...... After explaining I wasn't planning on criminal intent, I eventually escaped, but missed the 71 back to Staines so ended up walking back, so I'd like to dedicate this photo to said guy, for putting at least an hour onto my journey back.
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Montcalm County Sheriff's Deputy Benjamin Fryc stands at the entrance of Huntington Bank in downtown Greenville, armed with a long gun.
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The Scammell Highwayman was popular on the fairs and Oxford Diecast have just released this example in the livery of well-known West Midlands showman Pat Collins. Registered LDH 255, it appears to have been inspired by the Corgi 1/50 version and I assume is accurate but it looks odd without a generator in the ballast box. The front dolly is also permanently attached to the lorry but not to the trailer, which seems a bit strange. The showman's engine on the trailer is Oxford's earlier release of William Wilson's 'Quo Vadis'.