Anthony Naples had been a sickly child until he was eight or nine, and his mother told people he was always a good boy who did whatever she told him. In May, 1937, when he was eleven years old, he took his father’s pistol to school. At lunchtime, in a field opposite the school on Pollock avenue, he shot a colored classmate, Robert McDowell, in the face. Robert died in hospital half an hour later. Police found Anthony hiding under his bed at home.
Anthony said he and Robert had been playing cowboys and Indians. He thought the gun was loaded with blanks. He aimed at Robert’s legs, not his head. It had been an accident.
The police kept at him until he told them Robert had hit him the previous two days at school, and he had used the gun to stop him doing it again. He told a psychiatrist that he was the leader of a gang that tried to keep the colored folks in line. The psychiatrist said that Anthony was emotionally deficient and was likely to do something similar again, if released.
In court, Anthony said the police had mixed him up with their questions. He went back to his cowboys and Indians story.
The jury found him guilty of manslaughter, and he was sentenced to six to twelve years’ supervisory custody. Throughout the trial, he had seemingly been unaware of the trouble he was in. When the verdict was delivered, he broke down. His mother sat with him for fifteen minutes, trying to stop him crying, before he was led from the court room.
He was sent to the Elmwood home for boys, in Erie. When it burned down a year later, he went to the Huntingdon reformatory. He was paroled on his eighteenth birthday and moved back in with his parents. A few years later, he was arrested for peeping in windows on Williams street. Just after he turned thirty, he spent three months in the workhouse for stealing and selling a $900 accordion.
Anthony was still living with his mother at the beginning of 1966, when he fell seriously ill. He died in the second week of January. He was forty years old.
Note: The picture of Anthony is scanned not from an original mug shot but from a photographic reproduction that was circulated by a press agency in 1937. The lines on the profile picture show where the picture was cropped for publication.
Click here to see a picture of Anthony taken after he arrived at the Elmwood home for boys in 1937. (Picture kindly supplied by New Castle local historian Mike Colella.)Sources: New Castle News (11 May 1937, “Colored Boy Fatally Shot”; 12 May 1937, “Prefer Charge After Shooting”; 9 June 1937, “Ten-Year-Old Boy Must Face Trial In Court”; 15 June 1937, “Boy Faces Court Jury On Murder Charge”; 16 June 1937, “Jury Hears Boy’s Defense”; 17 June 1937, “Manslaughter Verdict In Boy’s Trial”; 12 August 1938, “Homes Sought For Seventy-Five Boys”; 12 February 1949, “Suspect Youth Of Being ‘Peeper’”; 9 December 1955, “Grand Jury In Final Return”; 23 August 1956, “Naples Arrested, Ending Long Search By Local Officers”; 29 August 1956, “Judge Powers Sentences 7 To Jail Terms”; 13 December 1956, “Naples Is Paroled From Workhouse”; 17 January 1966, “Deaths Of The Day”).
Good gravy, that’s a helluva story. What a haunting mugshot. Thanks for everything you do, I’ve really been enjoying the blog after discovering it on Slate’s The Vault roundup.
Thanks, Jake! I guess I owe Slate some thanks for sending a huge amount of people my way. Thanks, Slate!
I don’t know what’s more disturbing to me right now–this tragic tale, or the neighboring story in the Daytona Beach Morning Journal about the 32-year-old man and his 12-year-old bride, whose marriage had just been upheld as legal! “It Takes All Kinds of Children to Make a World”, indeed!
I turned up some more information on the marriage:
It sounds like there’s more going on there than the DBMJ snippet would imply.
You’re right — that’s a bizarre little story. Wonder what became of her…
Thank you for your interest in New Castle! I am 26 and have lived here my whole life. My grandfather is soon to be 102 years old and saw a lot of these first hand. He owned a gas station by the police station.
Wow – he would have known some of the people I’ve been writing about, no doubt. It’s amazing to me to think of the things he will have seen in his life in New Castle.
JOANNA, I BELIEVE THIS IS MY FATHER. MY NAME IS PAMELA NAPLES, AND MY MOTHERS NAME WAS JOANN FOX (MAIDEN NAME) SHE MARRIED AN ANOTHNY NAPLES IN JANUARY 1963. AT THIS TIME I AM TRYING TO FIND OUT ABOUT THE DIVORCE. I WAS BORN IN JULY OF 1963. ANY HELP WOULD BE GREAT
Hi Pamela. It would be great to know for sure if the Anthony on this page is your father. Let me know if I can help you with anything that might help you confirm it. I can’t find a trace of a Joann Fox or a Joann Naples in the news archives, but perhaps you can think of something else that I could do for you. Let me know!
I have a certified copy of marriage (raised seal). January 24, 1963 New Castle, Lawrence County, Pa. Justice of the peace that married them was Samuel E. Cutler. They have my mothers name written as Jo Ann Fox. I also have my Hospital Birth Record that states I was born to Mr. & Mrs. Anthony Naples. I am still looking for his death certificate, I know I have it, I needed it to join the military because I joined at 17 years old. I want to say his birthday was June 14or16 of 1925 and he was a musician. If you have suggestions send them my way.
That’s interesting, Pam. I searched another news archive site for Jo Ann Fox, Joann Fox and Joann Naples, but nothing came up. Anthony’s obituary mentions a brother, Stephen, in Glen Cove, Long Island? Could that be an avenue you could follow up?
Samuel E Cutler was my great grandfather:-)
Hi Pamela, My Name is Avis Wingert I Have Information and if could please email me at email@example.com
Hello, I have recently learned that this young boy, is my Biological Grandfather. My family has been trying to find my father’s biological parents and after many years finally we know of one, thanks to this story. Thank you very much for this. Also, we are now trying to locate my dad’s biological mother. Is there anyway you can help?
Hi Nichole — I’m really glad the story’s helped you. I don’t know if I can help locate anybody, but have you tried the other people who have commented on this page? Avis Wingert (in the comment directly above yours) seems like she might be useful to know…
I submit this if it hasn;t been researched
I’d seen that, but other people might want to read it, too, so thanks for posting it here.
I used to stay w/ my son’s mom on the corner of E. Reynolds St. and Pollack, when my son was born and my daughter was nine. My daughter would say a boy w/ a “messed” up face would walk by her room and down the hallway, ahh kids right. My mom is watching the kids a few weeks later, I come in, she says she seen a boy w/ no face on the stairs watching them, twice, ok mom, your scaring the kids, and me. Then, I start reading this blog 6 yrs ago, and I see this story, u have to be kidding me, this murdered lil’ boy is walking thru my house. It jus confirmed what they saw, and my son now see’s him every now and then, looking into his room and hallway, my son is 15 now. Just how nuts is that $$$
That $$$ is nuts! And this might be the best comment on this blog — thanks, Mario!