Walter Tomski, “Adultery–Assault & Battery”, 27 January 1938

comments 18

Walter Tomski
When Walter Tomski was arrested in January, 1938, his father, Frank, was in the workhouse and his brother Chester was in the reformatory. That month, the New Castle police made almost a hundred arrests for intoxication; eleven for disorderly conduct; eight for loitering; six for being a suspicious character; twelve for fighting; nine for running a brothel; another nine for visiting a brothel; three for intoxicated driving; one for speeding; and one for carrying a concealed weapon.

There were also arrests for gambling, vagrancy, begging, indecent assault and violation of parole. And there was Walter, who was charged first with adultery and then, because of what he did when the adultery was discovered, with assault and battery.

Walter was married to a young woman named Mary. In 1935—three years before the arrest—when Walter was twenty-two and Mary was eighteen, they were living in Blacktown, a small township north of New Castle. Walter had been injured in an accident at No.5 Mine and couldn’t work, so Mary got a job in a night club in Grove City. On her first night, the manager tried to rape her. She had to fight him off. She told Walter but he said she should go back to work. There were no other jobs. The manager tried to rape her again, so she quit anyway. They had no money until Walter was well enough to go back to the mine.

The adultery and assault and battery charges were dropped before a trial could be arranged. Mary divorced Walter.

Two years later, Walter married a woman named Dolly, in Winchester, VA. That was a mistake. They separated almost immediately. A few months after their divorce came through, at the end of 1941, Walter married a woman from West Virginia, Wanda Cawthorn. He and Wanda had two daughters. They lived in Brookville, where Walter did some work in the lumber and building trade. Ten years later—by this time, he was running a tavern in town—he drove his motorcycle straight into a truck loaded with nine tons of wood that appeared over the crest of a hill in front of him when he was overtaking a long line of cars. It was dark, and Walter had no lights on his bike. The two men in the truck—both just nineteen years old—were killed instantly, but Walter was fine.

In February 1958, Walter bought a roadhouse about a mile west of Kane, on the other side of the Allegheny national forest. It had stood there for as long as anyone could remember. It used to be called the Chat-A-Wile, but it changed its name to the Brown Derby in the early 1930s, after the famous Brown Derby in Hollywood. Walter and Wanda kept the name but started to remodel and improve the building. They got live bands to play on Friday nights—the Tumbleweeds, the Monitors, Billy Lehman’s Rock-Itts. They had special menus three days a week—spaghetti and meatballs on Thursdays, a fish fry on Fridays and chicken in the ruff on Saturdays. They did good business.

Walter got sick in the middle of December that year. By Christmas, he was too ill to move. The doctor said he had leukemia and would die soon. He had to spend a lot of time in hospital and Wanda couldn’t keep the Brown Derby open. Spring came and they found someone to run it for them. Walter came home from the hospital in time for the first day of business—a Saturday in May, which meant fried chicken. After closing time that night, there was a fire, caused by faulty electrical work from the Chat-A-Wile days. It destroyed most of the parts that Walter and Wanda had renovated. Walter died the following week. He was forty-six years old.

Wanda sold the remains of the Brown Derby to Joe Rolick, who owned a sawmill and led a polka band. He reopened it as Joe’s Tavern. She got work as a receptionist in Brookville, and died in 2007, at the age of eighty-eight.

Sources: New Castle News (7 May 1938, “After Big Fellows In Numbers Game is Court Warning”; 14 May 1938, “Five Persons In Sentence Court”; 8 February 1938, “Around City Hall”; 14 May 1941, “On Court House Hill”; 14 may 1959, “Deaths Of The Day”); Kane Republican (2 April 1931, “Two Hurt In Head-On Collision Near Here”; 15 September 1932, “In A Paragraph”; 2 May 1959, “Small Ads”; 5 May 1959, “Brown Derby Fire Causes $2,000 Loss”; 13 May 1959, “Brown Derby Tavern Owner, 46, Succumbs To Leukemia Illness”; 25 July 1959, “Kane Area Couple Buys Brown Derby”; 31 December 1959, “Republican Presents The Headline News Of The Year In Kane”); Jeffersonian Democrat, 6 September 1951, “Two Die In Motorcycle Wreck”; Brookville American, 1 August 1935, “Night Club Prop Attacks His Help”.

Frank Costal, “Larceny Bicycle”, 18 March 1945

comments 19

In 1923, Frank Costal’s grandmother, Beatrice, found an unusual lizard in the street—eight inches long, brown with yellow markings. She had never seen one like it. She took it down to the New Castle News office. No one else had seen one like it, either. Some years previously, she had lost a leg when she stepped out in front of an automobile. Unexplained fires broke out in her house every so often. It burned down the year after she found the lizard. In 1932, she shot her husband in the back with a .25 caliber automatic and then put a bullet in her brain. Frank was four years old at the time.

When Frank was seventeen, around the time he dropped out of high school, he was arrested on suspicion of stealing a bicycle. The case never went to court.

Frank had been unhappy for years. He fought constantly with his father. He was beaten at home. He was worried that he might be a homosexual. Just after the end of the war, he joined the army and became a military policeman. Before long he went AWOL and got a job in a carnival freak show as a hermaphrodite—Frankie Francine. He appeared in an act in which he gave birth to a live baby. He sewed costumes for the showgirls. He learned to tell fortunes.

After years in the carnival, he settled in Pittsburgh, where he worked as an industrial painter, craneman and laborer. In 1970, when he was forty-two, he was badly hurt in an accident. He came home to New Castle with a monthly $240 disability check.

Frank had grown a shaggy beard and had long, black hair. He would dress up in a bright red suit and loiter in the new mall with his friends—“an assortment of the eccentric, lonely and bored”, according to an unnamed local; “a bunch of kooks”, according to Frank’s niece. The store owners told Frank he resembled Rasputin, which he liked. The police called him New Castle’s first hippie and “a real strange asshole.” His neighbors called him “the high priest of Satan” and “the witch of Highland avenue”. He filled his apartment with books on religion and the occult. He covered the walls with black curtains. He hung plastic bats and miniature skeletons from the ceiling. He built an altar on which he placed inverted crucifixes and plastic skulls.

Frank’s place became a hangout for kids from town and for lost young men who drifted through. They could smoke pot and drink beer in peace, playing Frank’s records and watching as he performed his Satanic rituals. Frank told them he had the power to control people’s bodies, that he could teleport his mind to other places, that his voodoo dolls could be used to exact revenge on his enemies. He placed curses on people who slighted him—a librarian who declined his request for a book on the devil, a taxi driver who refused to let him in his cab, the restaurant owners who banned him for using his hands to scoop food out of their salad bars.

In July, 1978, the bodies of a twenty-five-year-old woman, Kathy Kadunce, and her four-year-old daughter, Dawn, were found in their home on Wilmington avenue. Dawn had been stabbed seventeen times. Kathy had been stabbed eighteen times and shot in the head. Kathy’s infant son was unharmed. Kathy’s husband said he had been at work in a factory warehouse when the murders took place. The police had no leads.

A year and a half later, in January, 1980, an anonymous caller told the police that a man named Michael Atkinson was the killer. He had been convicted of arson in 1972 and rape in 1978, and had just been arrested for the murder of his landlady in Ellwood City. The officials who knew him called him a psychopath.

Atkinson said he had been outside the house when the murders were committed. He had gone there with three other men: Kathy’s husband; a man named John Dudoic, who had since killed himself; and Frank Costal. Kathy’s husband and Frank were lovers, he said. They had all gone to Kathy’s house to find some drugs—black beauties and Percodans—that Frank had left there. Kathy had called Frank a faggot and told them that she had flushed the drugs down the toilet. Atkinson said that he heard the sound of a gunshot, then saw Kathy’s husband come out with a rifle, followed by Frank and Dudoic, whose clothes and hands were bloodstained.

The jury found Atkinson guilty of murder. The judge sentenced him to life in jail. Then the police arrested Frank, whose trial began in January, 1981.

The prosecution called fifty-two witnesses. Much of the testimony concerned Frank’s relationships with Satan and with other men. Marshall Dillion described how he had married Frank in a Satanic wedding ceremony in Frank’s kitchen. He said he moved out two months later when Frank threatened to stab him for talking to girls. James Zingaro said Frank believed Kathy Kadunce was interfering in his relationship with her husband. Steve Hambrick said he visited Frank every day for four years because he liked to talk to him, and that he had sex with Frank even though he was scared of him. “He told me he had powers to control people’s bodies and could transport himself behind me,” he said. “On the way home that night, I kept looking back.” George Koziol talked about Frank’s voodoo doll, which had pins stuck in it and “had its brain burned out.” He said he saw Frank and Atkinson in the apartment in their underwear, kissing. Jane Garcia said Frank told her she could join his cult, and had offered to use astral projection to get rid of her husband for $25. Ben Clingensmith said Frank told him the Church was phony, the Virgin Mary was a lesbian and Jesus was a queer.

Robert Macoskey, an expert in Satanism from Slippery Rock state college, was brought in to explain that Frank’s plastic skeletons, bats and Halloween props were all used in devil worship. He noted that Frank owned “The Satanic Bible” by Anton LaVey, which recommended the use of skulls, candles, bells and heavy black drapery in rituals. He said that initiation into a Satanic cult could involve drug taking, homosexual acts and murder. He said that the goddess Lilith was an important part of Satanic ceremonies. Lilith was bisexual. She presided over murderous male demons who dressed as women and seduced men. Witnesses testified that Frank liked to wear women’s clothes. He had been seen in red bikini underwear. Macoskey said that Satanic human sacrifices involved seventeen wounds being inflicted on the victims. Kathy and her daughter had been stabbed at least seventeen times each.

Frank was the last person on the witness stand. He was clean shaven, with short hair. He wore a pale blue suit. The police had confiscated his false teeth, so he spoke with a slur. “No sir, I’ve never been in the Kadunce house,” he said. “No sir, I did not kill Dawn Kadunce. No sir, I did not shoot Kathy Kadunce.” He said that he would have been sleeping on the morning of the killings, as he always stayed up to watch late movies on cable, and slept until one in the afternoon.

He denied having had an affair with Kathy’s husband. He said he had never met him. He said, “I’m more of a bisexual than a homo,” but also that he had never had a successful relationship with a woman. “I started to and lost interest.” He said he had known Atkinson for five or six years but had slept with him only once. “It was cold one night and I let him in.” He said Atkinson threatened to kill him. “I had the constant fear he’d make good on the threat. He was weird.”

He said he was not a Satanist. He had five hundred books on various religions, only three of which concerned Satanism. He crammed his apartment with spooky novelties to make it an attraction. He got the skeletons free with burgers at a local restaurant. “A lot of people liked to take a peek at it, so I decorated it as weird as I could. I never had what you would call a cult. Some people would come to my house to discuss different religious groups. Sometimes they’d ask and I’d put on a really good show. It was a lot of fun and I usually ended up with a couple of six-packs.”

He said he had learned some of his performance from watching Oral Roberts on television. He denied saying he had the power to take someone out of their body. “Astral projection is true, but only an individual person can take his own spirit out of their body.” He said he was unable to do it himself. “I’ve always wanted to lay down and go to another country or planet, but all those goofy books could never tell me how.”

Frank’s trial lasted two weeks. The courthouse was packed throughout. One woman said, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. There will never be another Frank Costal in New Castle.” Another said, “I just buried my husband. I’m a widow and have nothing better to do.”

Frank’s attorney summed up the case for the defense. “My client is guilty of being eccentric, of having a long beard and long hair, but not of murder. He is the toothless witch of Highland avenue. He was an easy target.” The prosecution said, “Costal was one of several people acting with different motives in a concerted plan to kill Kathy Kadunce and her daughter. Through his cult, Costal manipulated people and acquired power—power to get Mike Atkinson to go with him to the Kadunce house and power to get inside.”

The jury found Frank guilty of two counts of murder in the first degree and he was given two consecutive life sentences. He spent his last years in a long-term care unit for geriatric prisoners. The last outsider to see him, the year before he died, said that he was semi-comatose, his skeletal body rigid beneath a thin blanket, his eyes hollow and fevered. He died in December, 1999, at the age of seventy-one.

Kathy Kadunce’s husband, Lawrence, was charged with murder immediately after Frank was convicted. He spent a year in jail before his trial, at which he was found innocent. He moved away from New Castle after his release. There is no further record of his life.

Sources: New Castle News (14 March 1916, “Goes To Pittsburgh”; 10 April 1919, “Defendant Wins In Automobile Case”; 23 April 1923, “Mrs Costal Finds Strange Lizzard”; 2 June 1925, “Fire Destroys Carl St Home”; 12 March 1928, “City And County Officers In Raids On Saturday Night”; 20 June 1932, “Woman Shoots Husband, Then Suicides”; 19 March 1945, “Two Boys Held”); Pittsburgh Post-Gazette (13 July 1978, “Slayings Plunge New Castle Into Fear”; 31 December 1980, “Slay Suspect Led ‘Satanic Cult”;17 January 1981, “New Castle Hangout Lured Men, Trial Told”; 23 January 1981, “Costal Talked Of Seeing 2 Killed, Witness Says”; 24 January 1981, “Niece Praises Slay Suspect”; 26 January 1981, “Trial In Mutilation Killing Lures Spectators Like A ‘Soap’”; 28 January 1981, “Costal Testifies Role In Satanic Cult Was ‘Big Joke’”; 29 January 1981, “Costal Is Found Guilty In Satanic-Slay Case”); Indiana Gazette, 11 February 1980, “Two Men Held In Homicide”; Youngstown Vindicator (9 May 1980, “Lawrence Grand Jury Indicts 2 Men In Kadunce Murders”; 22 January 1981, “Satanism Expert Gives Testimony At Costal Trial”; “Accused Kadunce Killer Costal Denies Murdering Mother, Girl”; 29 January 1981, “Long Deliberations Seen As Jury Gets Costal Case”); Clearfield Progress, 13 January, 1981, “Costal Trial Opens”; Titusville Herald, 13 January 1981, “Costal Murder Trial Opens In New Castle”; Tyrone Daily Herald (16 January 1981, “Roommate Says Costal Was At Victims’ Home”; 20 January 1981,“Witness Says Costal Seen With Victim’s Husband”; 21 January 1981, “Killer Was Looking For Drugs When He Stabbed The Woman”); Pittsburgh Press (16 January 1981, “Killings, Gay Wedding Linked”; 22 January 1981, “Costal Did Devil Wedding, Trial Told”; 29 January 1981, “First-Degree Murder ‘Satan’ Case Verdict”); The News-Dispatch (23 January 1981, “Satan Expert Testifies In New Castle Trial”; 27 January 1981, “Satanic Minister Presents His Defense”; 29 January 1981, “Jury Begins Deliberations In Costal Trial”); Gettysburg Times, 28 January 1981, “‘High Priest’ Denies Murders”; The Guardian, 1 August 1998, untitled article on Laurel Highlands Correctional Facility, page 315; Appeal ruling, Commonwealth of Pennsylvania v Frank G Costal, Jr, February 1986.


Glenn C Neely, “Drunk & Dis” 6 July 1948

comments 20

glenn-c-neelyGlenn Neely got too drunk on the weekend of New Castle’s sesquicentennial celebrations. It was his last summer as a bachelor—he was due to be married in November. That may have had something to do with it, but it’s just as likely that it didn’t; a lot of people got too drunk that weekend. He probably met Larry Day and Norman Ross in the cells.

Glenn was a building contractor at the time. Later, he went into business selling construction supplies. He drove a lot for work, and started getting arrested for drunk driving as soon as he turned forty. He was on his second suspension, in March 1968, when he got into the car of a young man named Virgil Coonfare for the ride back to New Castle from Warren, Ohio. He was drunk, and so was Virgil.

Just after they set off, Virgil crashed into a car then drove off down a side street, going fast. He hit a utility pole. The car went off the road, into a ditch. The men were trapped inside, Glenn with a bleeding brain and ruptured organs. He died about an hour later. He was forty-two.

Virgil was twenty-one when he killed Glenn. He was sixty-seven the next time he killed someone—a seven-year-old boy who had been eating Cheetos on the front steps of his friend’s house on Winslow avenue when Virgil, out of his mind on depressants and painkillers, lost control of his pick-up. Virgil died a year later, on the morning of November 25, 2013, the first anniversary of the accident.

Sources: New Castle News (19 October 1948, “Perrotta-Neely”; 3 December 1965, “Grand Jury Indicts 4, Clears 3”; 18 May 1966, “4 Members Of Burglary Ring Sentenced In County Court”; 2 August 1966, “14 Driving Suspensions Are Issued”; 22 March 1968, “City Man Is Killed In Crash”; 27 November 2012, “Afternoon Turns Horrific With Death Of ‘Sweet Child’”; 10 December 2013, “Suspect’s Death From ‘Natural Causes’”; The Youngstown Vindicator, “Driver held in death of boy, 7, in New Castle”).

Fioravante Pisano, “Firearms Act”, 14 Feb 1951

comments 12


The police arrested Fioravante Pisano because he’d fired a gun in his basement. His wife, Amelia, thought he was going to kill himself. They charged him with a firearms violation and took his photograph when they booked him, but let him go once he’d calmed down. No harm done, and it was Valentine’s day.

Fioravante had been sick and depressed for a long time. Things hadn’t been good since the war. He and his brother Joe had been sent to New Guinea, which Joe said was an unhealthy place for whites, with rain all year and too many jungles and insects—“a hellhole if ever there was one.” Fioravante was sent back to America early in 1945 with a bad case of malaria while Joe stayed out there and got shot in the neck by a Japanese sniper. Joe got better and went on to fight in the Philippines, but Fioravante couldn’t shake his illness. It came and went and left him too weak to do much.

He married Amelia on a trip back to New Castle from the hospital in Camp Butner. They set up home when he got out of the army, but Fioravante was too ill to hold down his old job at the National Radiator plant. He ended up working in the railroad yard.

The year after Fioravante’s arrest, Amelia had a baby. They called him Patrick, and he died before he was one month old. Amelia died the following summer—1953—after an operation went wrong. She was thirty-four.

Fioravante married a nurse called Alene McMichaels in the summer of 1954, and they had a baby boy more or less nine months later. He was still sick, still depressed. He shot himself in the head when the child was just a few months old. Alene’s brother found him dead in his bedroom, a revolver in his hand. He was thirty-five. Alene buried him beside Amelia and moved back to Mercer County, to be with her parents. She died in 2000, at the age of eighty.

Sources: New Castle News (22 December 1944, “T-Sgt Joe Pisano Wounded In Action”; 9 February 1945, “E. Lackawannock”; 29 March 1945, “Okuzo-Pisano Marriage; 21 May 1945, “S-Sgt Joe Pisano Is Again Wounded”; 22 May 1945, “On Convalescent Furlough Here”; 25 August 1945, “Local Soldier In Combat Area”; 14 February 1951, “Police Told Man Fired Bullet In Basement Of Home”; 28 November 1952, “Births Reported”; 19 June 1953, “Deaths of the Day”; 10 August 1955, “Deaths Of The Day”; 11 July 1973, “Deaths Of The Day”);, “Fioravante Pisano”, Memorial ID 183553064;, “Jeff Pisano”.

Donald T Wells, “B and E, Safe Robbery” 31 May 1932

comments 13


Donald Wells was a brakeman for the Pittsburgh and Lake Erie railroad for nine years until he was furloughed when the steel factories shut down after the Wall street crash. He had done casual construction work since then, travelling as far as Tennessee for a structural iron job, and he’d served a little time in the workhouse for larceny and burglary. He had a wife, but had been sleeping in his car for the past while.

In May 1932, Donald and a man named William Thompson left Pittsburgh and headed west, taking with them a set of safe-cracking tools and a couple of guns. They ran out of gas in New Castle, with only 40 cents between them. Around one in the morning, they climbed onto a low-roofed building behind the Diamond and jemmied the window of a second-floor toilet at the rear of Haney’s furniture store. They found a safe in an office on the floor below.

A patrolman walking in the alley behind the store heard the sound of a hammer striking steel. More police came, and two of them climbed through the toilet window, which was still propped open.

Donald and William had broken off the safe’s combination dial but were still trying to open the door when they realised someone was inside with them. They hid their guns in the office and ran upstairs, where they wrapped their chisels and drills in a towel and stuffed them behind a toilet before finding a way into an upper floor of the neighboring building. A stairway led them down to the street, a few doors away from where two patrolmen were waiting outside the Haney store. The police chased them back and forth across the Diamond for a while. When they started shooting, Donald and William ran into the alleys behind the buildings. They ended up in the parking lot of the Leslie hotel, with police at every exit. Donald was discovered behind a box; William behind the garbage can at the hotel’s kitchen door.

Donald served two-and-a-half years in the Western penitentiary. He was arrested again within months of his release, trying to rob the safe of the Goodrich filling station in Mount Lebanon. He got another six years, which kept him inside until 1941. By 1944, he was part of a group of safe-crackers who worked across western Pennsylvania. The police called them the hammer-and-pin gang. They did a couple of jobs a month, taking around $70,000 a year, and spent the money in gambling joints in Pittsburgh.

At four o’clock on a spring morning in 1947, Donald and another member of the gang, John Romito, broke into the Ramsey garage in Zelienople and set about opening the safe. The noise woke the apprentice mechanic, who had a room upstairs. He telephoned the owner, Arthur Ramsey, who got his gun and drove over. Donald heard the car pull up outside. He shot at Ramsey when he entered, hitting him in the hip. Ramsey fired back. They shot at each other until they ran out of bullets, then Donald and John ran outside.

Donald had been shot in his mouth and chest. He stumbled into ditch a few yards outside the garage. The police found him there, choking as he struggled to breathe. He died without saying a word, still holding his gun.

John was picked up on route 68 a few hours later. After he was jailed—he got ten to twenty years—the police arrested the other gang members. He testified against them in court, saying that he wanted to tell the truth so he could square himself with his religion. He died of a brain tumor in 1961 at the age of seventy.

Sources: New Castle News (31 May 1932, “Police Foil Robbery”; 4 June 1932, “Pair Caught By Police After Chase In Streets Held For Court Trial”; 21 June 1932, “Trio Of Bandits Given Sentences To Penitentiary”; 2 April 1947, “Police Here Caught Wells Back In 1932”); Pittsburgh Press, 1 April 1947, “Zelienople Garageman Kills Safe Thief”; Kane Republican, 1 April 1947, “Gun Battle So Hot Vet Starts Praying; One Man Is Slain”; Connellsville Daily Courier, 20 February 1948, “Four Charged With Cracking Safes”; Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, 20 April 1950, “Safe-Cracker Suspect Freed”).

Loyal Weller, “Conspiracy”, 10 March 1933

comments 10

loyall-wellerCora Cunningham’s father graduated from medical school as the civil war started. He spent four years as a battlefield surgeon. Both armies were using a new type of bullet—a conical thing that shattered bone rather than being deflected by it, as a musket ball would be—so his work mostly involved sawing off the arms and legs of young men after each engagement and stitching their stumps closed with squares of skin cut from the discarded limbs. If he hadn’t, they would have died from the poison in their rotting wounds. A lot of them died anyway.

Cora was born two months after the war ended. Her father set up a medical practice in Wurtemburg, a quiet township fifteen miles south of New Castle. He remained there for the rest of his life.

Loyal Weller was arrested when Cora was sixty-eight. By that time, she was living alone in the old family house, her parents and brothers all dead and her sisters living in Ellwood City. She had never married. She had taught at the local school for thirty-four years, and was so well liked that, in her retirement, former pupils would gather at her house with presents on her birthday.

Loyal was one of her former pupils, as were his friends Harry Dale and Charles Khoury. They had heard a story that Cora was secretly rich, with money stashed around her house in tin cans. They came up with a plan to rob the place, but needed help. Someone put them in touch with a bootlegger from out of town who offered to drive them to and from Cora’s house but refused to take part in the robbery itself. They wanted a third man to go into the house with them, so they told the bootlegger to drive them to Court street in New Castle, where they called out Clyde Burtch, an older man who was not long out of jail for stealing watches from a jewelry store. Burtch—who would go on to stab a man to death in 1941 and shoot a man dead in 1960—told them to drop the idea. He’d broken into the house a few months before and found no money. The old woman had nothing.

The bootlegger drove Dale and Khoury to Wurtemburg (Loyal had left them by this point) and stayed in the car as they looked the place over and tried to figure out how they might break in. The next day, at a meeting to discuss the plan, the bootlegger told the boys he was a state trooper working under cover. He arrested them all. Burtch was picked up later that day.

Loyal was released within a few days due to lack of evidence, but his friends got a year in the penitentiary for conspiracy. Burtch got two to four years for breaking and entering.

Loyal went to jail in 1938 for passing fraudulent checks. He joined the army a few months after Pearl harbor and spent four years as a mechanic. Near the end of the war, on the outskirts of a small town in northern Germany, his infantry division found a barn that contained the bodies of more than a thousand people who the Germans had just burned alive. One soldier said it looked like something from another time, or even another planet. The Americans made the men from the town dig graves for them all. It took three days.

Loyal returned home and got a job as a tool crib attendant at Babcock and Wilcox Tubular Products. He worked there until he died, at the age of sixty-one, in 1971. Cora died in 1950, at the age of eighty-four.

Sources: New Castle News: (13 June 1933, “Two On Trial In Conspiracy Case”; 14 June 1933, “Dale And Khoury Are Found Guilty”; 19 June 1933, “Clark And Wife Have No Excuse For Evil Deeds”; 23 April 1938, “Sentences Are Given By Court”; 29 June 1971, “Deaths Of The Day”); The Franklin News-Herald, 13 March 1933, “State Policeman Gets Chummy With Gang And Blocks Holdup Plans”; Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, 2 March 1960, “Burtch Calm As He Sits Through Second Murder Inquest Here”.  Gardlegen massacre information from “A History of the Dora Camp” by Andre Sellier and “Hasidic Tales of the Holocaust” by Yaffa Eliach.

Loy Powell, “Drunk & Dis” 28 July 1951

comments 10


Loy Powell had been drinking in the Lincoln hotel for some time when he saw another customer, James Wise, arguing with Walter Tewell, an off-duty policeman. He watched as Tewell ended the argument by arresting Wise, who continued to struggle. When a patrol car arrived, Loy saw an officer beat Wise unconscious with a nightstick. Loy ended up becoming involved, one way or another, and the officer beat him, too. The hospital gave Wise eight stitches in his scalp. Loy got a bandage and surgical tape.

Loy was arrested several times over the years, mostly for disorderly conduct. In 1948, he was fined $10 for trying to entice a girl into his car on Lutton street at 2:30 in the morning. In 1953, he and two other men were arrested for fighting in a bar in East Long avenue. In 1969, he was arrested for assaulting a police lieutenant in the police station where his friend had been placed in a cell for assaulting a police officer earlier that evening. In 1970, his license was suspended for intoxicated driving. In 1973, he and Walter Criss were arrested for yelling and cursing in the Red Hot restaurant. In 1974, he and William Sankey were arrested for arguing and fighting in front of a West Washington street bar. Later that year, he crashed his car while driving without a license.

Loy painted houses and occasionally fell from great heights—40 feet in 1957, and 44 feet in 1960. He died in 2003, at the age of eighty-one.

Sources: New Castle News (23 August 1948, “Two Fined $10”; 6 February 1951, “Two Fined For Part In Altercation In South Side District”; 23 July 1953, “Arrest Trio”; 21 August 1957, “Four Injured By Falls Yesterday”; 14 June 1969, “Two Policemen Assaulted In Related Incidents”; 17 December 1970, “36 Drivers Have Licenses Suspended”; 25 June 1973, “City Police Charge 5 For Conduct”; 26 January 1974, “County Report”; 2 October 1974, “County Report”; 17 January 1978, Edge Chiropractic Life Center advert).



Zear Mack Hogan, “Burglary”, 28 July 1958

comments 4

Zear Mack Hogan got married while on parole from a prison farm in Ohio. A week later, he broke into the office of Castle Roofing and Sheet Metal, just west of New Castle. Sometime after midnight, the owner, Russell Delaney, saw someone moving around inside the place and went to investigate. When he opened the door, Zear hit him with a wrench and ran off. Delaney’s arm was broken. He called the police.

Zear broke into a garage across the road and hid there until the police came. When they called on him to come out, he started up a truck and sped past them, heading west. He made it to the home of his friend James Latess in Edinburg, about six miles outside town. He changed into one of James’s suits and set off on foot into the woods. If he stuck to the banks of the Mahoning river or followed the rail tracks, he’d cross the border into Ohio in a couple of hours.

The Civil Air Patrol sent up a plane, which spotted the abandoned truck in Edinburg. Zear would have heard it circling above him as flashlights moved through the trees, coming in from all sides. He walked out of the woods, hands raised.

Zear got two to five years in the Western penitentiary. He died in 1986, at the age of fifty-eight. Russell Delaney had a good year, installing the roofing on the modern annexe to the New Castle News building and the newly opened Wonder Boy drive-in restaurant—“Come as you are, Eat in your car”—and all the sheet metal work at the Shenango Bowl-A-Way, which survived until the derelict building was demolished in 2013.

Sources: Franklin News-Herald, 28 July 1958, “Plane Helps New Castle Posse Capture Fugitive”; New Castle News (30 September, advert; 10 October, advert; 13 October, advert; 10 December 1958, “Criminal Court Trials End; Two Cases Heard”; 15 December 1958, “Late City Bulletins”).

Chester Tomski, “Parole Vio & Auto Theft”, 15 January 1939

comments 18

Chester Tomski.jpg

Chester Tomski ran away from home at the age of thirteen. He hitchhiked around the Franklin and Oil City area, stealing what he could to get by—like the $2 in the pocketbook he took from ten-year-old Bernice Hazlett—and selling stolen bikes for $1.50 or so. He was caught after a week and sent home.

Four years later, when he was seventeen, Chester was arrested behind the wheel of a car he’d stolen from the parking lot of the Mathews conveyor company. He’d been practicing his driving all day, going up and down the back roads between New Castle and Ellwood City, and the car was in a bad way. He was given six months in Huntingdon reformatory. He went there the same day his father, Frank, started his own six-month sentence in the Alleghenny workhouse, for selling liquor without a license.

Chester started stealing cars again within weeks of his release. The police went to his parents’ house, where he’d been living since he got out, but he wasn’t there. He had left home as soon as he heard the police were looking for him, taking with him his father’s only suit, which he stole while Frank was out.

On the fourth of May, an off-duty policeman called Thomas Boyle was taking his wife for a drive in the country when he noticed a stolen Plymouth at a sandbank on the road beyond the Moffatt school. Chester was sitting behind the wheel. Chester saw officer Boyle recognise him and started his engine, taking off across Hickory Heights to the Harlansburg road.

Boyle went after Chester along the dirt roads towards East Brook. Chester ditched the Plymouth and ran into a swamp. Boyle found him hiding under some bushes. The next day, Chester pled guilty to larceny of an auto, hoping for a light sentence. Once all the auto thefts and parole violations were taken into account (as well as a bungled escape attempt while he was awaiting trial), he ended up with ten to twenty years.

Chester spent all of the forties and fifties in jail—he was given extra time when he was caught trying to saw his way out of the Western penitentiary in 1955. By 1966, he was out on parole, but he was sent back to jail when he was caught driving a stolen car in Shenango township, just outside New Castle. By the time he got out of jail again he was over fifty and he had seen about as much of life outside of an institution as most of the boys he was at school with had seen by their early twenties. From the day in 1937 when, at the age of seventeen, he had been sentenced for stealing the car from outside Mathews conveyor, he had been either in custody or on parole.

Chester went back inside for the last time in 1973, after he burgled a furniture store in Rimersburg. He died at the age of fifty-nine, not long after he was finally released.

Sources: Franklin News-Herald (2 March 1933, “Two Boys Arrested After Several Petty Thefts”; 20 March 1933, “Oil City Happenings In Brief”); New Castle News (17 July 1937,”Youth Held On Car Theft Charge”; 17 January 1939, “Pleads Guilty; Sent To Jail”; 24 January 1939, “Confesses To Having Stolen Several Cars”; 6 May 1940, “Tomski Caught”; 21 May 1940, “Youth Returns To County Jail”; 21 May 1940, “Four Prisoners Are Blamed For Trying General Jail Break”; 3 Jan 1966, “Man Jailed After Police Chase, Crash”); Oil City Derrick, 27 March 1973, “2 Held For Burglary In Rimersburg”.

“My Colorful Past”

comments 5

Matt Loughrey, an Irish photographer and digital artist has been doing good work colorising black-and-white photographs of criminals from 19th century, immigrants on Ellis island and heroes of the Irish rebellion and other famous and obscure historical figures. (You can see more of his work here.)

He recently got in touch to let me know he’d colorised some of the mug shots I’ve posted on Small Town Noir, and he sent a video showing the transitions from black-and-white to colour. I’ve taken screen captures of the individual photographs, which I’ve posted below.

I prefer the original photographs, but I admit that these versions look amazing. The skin tones, the scars and blemishes, the eyes — it’s fantastic work.

Alice Steel,“Dis Cond”, 24 Aug 1936Screen Shot 2017-03-19 at 13.10.14.png

Larry Day, “Drunk”, 6 July 1948 Screen Shot 2017-03-19 at 13.12.41.png

Frank Soda, “Adultery, Bastardy”, 5 March 1946Screen Shot 2017-03-19 at 13.10.55.png

Paul Bailey,“Dis Conduct”, 18 April 1948Screen Shot 2017-03-19 at 13.11.52.png

And here’s the video Matt sent: