
Monday, September 30, 2013
Marie Edith Wells -- The Forgotten Face

Andreas Pavley -- Windy City Death Danseur
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Despite his popularity, however, by June 1931 the dancer was deeply in debt and the target of a blackmailer who called himself "Edgar Walls." In a note to the 36-year-old Pavley, the extortionist threatened a scandalous exposure (most likely the dancer's homosexuality) unless he was paid $100. Unable or unwilling to meet the demand, Pavley broke out a window screen in his apartment on the 16th floor of the Hotel McCormick at 616 Rush Street in Chicago on June 26, 1931, and leaped to his death.
Recommended Reading:
Corey, Arthur. Danse Macabre: The Life and Death of Andreas Pavley. Dallas: Bridwell Library, Southern Methodist University, 1977.
Robert N. Maloney -- Willard the Wizard

Saturday, September 28, 2013
Rivet Hedderel -- Brutal Death of a Gentle Man
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Around 9:00 A.M. on August 19, 1996, a neighbor walking his dog by Hedderel's Creole cottage at 1438 N. Derbigny Street in the city's fashionable Esplanade Ridge section noticed blood puddled on the stoop and smeared on an entranceway. Police found Hedderel in the house dead from a savage beating and multiple knife wounds. Missing was the man's 1994 Plymouth Avenger. Two days later authorities caught a break after the vehicle was found on a street in Chalmette, Louisiana. Mark Jenkins, a 22-year-old ex-con with a fifth-grade education who served time in 1991 for beating and robbing a pizza delivery man, was identified as a suspect in the killing after he used Hedderel's credit card to purchase gas and jewelry. The card was confiscated at a department store in Chalmette, but Jenkins fled the scene before police arrived. Armed with a search warrant, detectives found several items of blood-spattered clothing in the suspect's Chalmette apartment. Jenkins was arrested in Jefferson Parish on August 22, 1996, three days after Hedderel's body was found.
At his trial for first-degree murder in January 1998, Jenkins did not take the stand, but the jury heard a tape of an hour-long statement he made to police at the time of his arrest. Jenkins said that he was walking in the French Quarter when Hedderel approached and offered him $100 "just to talk." At the house on Derbigny Street, the actor added $200 to the offer just "to cuddle." Jenkins agreed as long as there would be no sexual contact. A struggle ensued, according to Jenkins, when Hedderel sexually attacked him. The younger man cut his own hand when he grabbed the knife from Hedderel. Jenkins tried to stab Hedderel in the shoulder, but missing slashed the actor's face and began punching him. Jenkins fled the scene, but later returned to retrieve his clothes. He told police he was forced to defend himself again when the bloodied, but remarkably resilient, sexagenarian started running at him and yelling. "I didn't know the guy was dead. I didn't mean to hurt him like that. I just wanted to hurt him so he'd get off me." Prosecutors discounted Jenkins' sordid portrayal of the actor as an intoxicated sexual predator. Not only had Jenkins told several different versions of the deadly encounter since his arrest, bloody marks on the kitchen floor left by Hedderel were strong evidence that he was trying to claw his way to safety, not attack. Jenkins' subsequent use of the dead man's credit cards pointed to robbery as the motive for the murder. On January 16, 1998, Jenkins was found guilty of first-degree murder and sentenced to life imprisonment.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Paul Jung -- Everybody Doesn't Love a Clown
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Jung (ca. 1950). Ringling Bros.-Barnum & Bailey |
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Elsie Jung (1953) . Ringling Bros.-Barnum & Bailey |
Duke York -- "King Kala" Kashes Out

On January 24, 1952, the 43-year-old character actor phoned his ex-fiancee, Catherine Moench, from his apartment at 1771 North Sycamore Avenue in Hollywood. During their three hour conversation he repeatedly threatened to kill himself. Alone across town in her Beverly Hills apartment, Moench tried to keep York on the line while attempting to summon outside aid. Finally, Moench heard a gunshot. She notified a friend of York's who raced to his apartment. York was found sprawled on the floor, the phone receiver across his chest, a gun nearby. When authorities arrived, a detective hung up the phone. It instantly rang and after the officer identified himself, Moench responded, "So he did it." York (real name Charles E. Sinsabaugh) is interred in Foyer F of the Abbey of Psalms in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.
Wright Lorimer -- The Shepherd King
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Lorimer had been unemployed for four months when depression caused him to take his life in his room at a boarding house on 124 West Sixty-fifth Street in New York City sometime between 10:00 P.M. on December 7 and the early morning of December 8, 1911. The lifeless actor was found on the kitchen floor next to the open baking oven in a seeping gas stove. Three letters were found near his body. In one addressed "To My Friends," Lorimer complained that Brady had driven him to suicide. Reacting to the actor's death, the theatrical manager surrendered all interests in The Shepherd King to Lorimer's ex-wife and her three children by the actor.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Kay Van Riper -- Andy Hardy's Girl
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The Kay Van Riper papers are held at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, Margaret Herrick Library.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Henry Fragson -- Shades of Marvin Gaye

In 1913, Fragson, 45, was at the height of his career and earning $750.00 a week in various revues when his relationship with music hall actress Paulette Franck led to tension between the entertainer and his 83-year-old father, Victor Pott. Quarrels between father and son became more frequent after the actress moved into the Paris home they had happily shared for many years in the Rue Lafayette. Concerned by his father's violent threats against him and his lover, Fragson consulted a doctor who recommended that the elderly man be placed in a rest home. The entertainer was evidently in the process of arranging to do so when the senile Pott learned of the plan.
On the evening of December 30, 1913, Fragson returned home after dining with friends to find the door locked. He rang the bell for several moments before his father answered the door. The singer complained of the delay, a bitter quarrel ensued, and Pott shot his son once in the back of the head as the entertainer stormed past him. Fragson died without regaining consciousness. Pott later told police: "I more than once wanted to commit suicide. That is the reason why I had the revolver. Life had become a burden to me. The woman whom my son imposed on me under my roof was the cause of frequent quarrels between us. I often made representations to my son about this cohabitation, but he would never listen to me. This evening, after the first angry word from my son addressed to me, I intended to kill myself before him. I produced the revolver which I was holding in my pocket. I do not know what happened. Instead of putting a bullet through my head I fired in the direction of my son. I cannot explain why I did so."
Public opinion against the filicide ran high. Ten thousand mourners and gawkers brought traffic to a standstill as the funeral procession fought its way to Montmartre Cemetery. Souvenir hunters ripped apart floral tributes to the dead entertainer and one bystander, mistakenly though to be Victor Pott, had to be protected by police. Pott, medically diagnosed in the latter stages of senile dementia, died in prison on February 17, 1914 awaiting trial.
Recommended Reading:
Lamb, Andrew, and John Myerscough. Fragson: The Triumphs and the Tragedy. Croydon: Fullers Wood Press/Music Hall Masters, 2004.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Nita Pike - Take Me With You

Vallie Belasco Martin -- Nietzsche was Right

Discouraged by her stalled acting and writing careers, Martin was living with her mother in a seventh floor apartment at 260 Riverside Drive in New York City. On February 28, 1924, as her mother slept in another room, Martin swallowed a bottle of shoe polish containing a small, but sufficient, quantity of cyanide of potassium. The empty bottle was found under her pillow. A hastily penned note on a bedside table read: "Mother Dear: As you know things have gone from bad to worse. At the beginning of the week I had several good prospects, but they have all gone bluey. I wish that theatrical managers and agents would realize that a girl's time is worth something. I hope they will realize it after this and not keep girls waiting. After reading Nietzsche's book I agree with his idea of the superfluity of life and so I am going to practice what he preaches. Goodbye and forgive me. Vallie." Ironically, after Martin's death several theatre people called the dead woman's mother to belatedly say that had they known of the actress' despair, they would have found a part for her.
Marion Benda -- The Lady in Black

Thursday, September 19, 2013
Lillian Hall-Davis -- Overkill in Golders Green

On the afternoon of October 25, 1933, Grosvenor returned home from school to find a note from his mother on a hall table informing him that the kitchen doors were locked and directing him to contact a neighbor. The home reeked of gas. Hall-Davis was found lying on the kitchen floor, her head placed inside a gas oven with the taps left open. In her right hand the actress clasped an old fashioned razor she had used to cut her throat. A coroner's inquest determined she had died from the throat wound and not coal gas poisoning.
Seton Margrave, film correspondent for the London Daily Mail, wrote of the actress: "Miss Hall-Davis was a brilliant representative of typical English beauty. As a film heroine she played romantic parts with great intelligence, and infinite charm, and with that delightful whimsical sense of comedy which, with better fortune, would have made her one of the greatest stars of the talking-picture world."
Ned Finley -- Persistence Pays

Forty-eight years old and with no prospects in sight, Finley spent his last dime buying cyanide of potassium from a local pharmacy on September 27, 1920. The pharmacist, alarmed over the actor's odd demeanor, substituted bicarbonate of soda for the deadly poison. Alone in his room, its walls covered with one sheets of his bygone film successes, Finley took the "drug" and recorded his final moments in a series of notes. "I have taken what the druggist said was cyanide. I write this at 2:30 o'clock, ten minutes after taking the supposed fatal dose. I feel very much live--no bad effects." Minutes later in another note: "It is 2;45 A.M. I have some strychnine which I am going to give a try next. I will wait until 3 o'clock. I hope it will work. Goodbye, N.F." At 3 o'clock, a final note: "I have just taken the strychnine. Don't know much about it. The druggist said it would kill half a dozen dogs. The acid didn't work. I suffer no pangs of conscience. Don't believe I have any such thing. Hope this is goodbye. If it isn't I shall have to cut my throat." Hours later, a chambermaid found Finley dead from strychnine poisoning. A one cent piece, used as a paperweight, was found atop pawn tickets, bills, and a note addressed to the hotel staff apologizing for any inconvenience and thanking them for their kindness to him over the years.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Virginia Engels -- Beauty Kills the Beast
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Engels was effectively "out of the business" when she was arrested for the knife murder of her 47-year-old husband, Charles H. Brown, on June 8, 1954. According to the 37-year-old former actress, her marriage to Brown, a parking lot attendant, was "hell." Once married to radio store operator James Robert Dennis in 1946, she divorced him the next year. Introduced to Brown by friends, Engels married him in 1950, but soon had cause for regret. According to the one-time beauty queen, Brown "had a lot of meanness in him" that violently manifested itself in once a month beatings of his unhappy wife. Engels walked out five times, but always came back after he tearfully promised to change. The beatings continued and in November 1953 she was admitted to a Hollywood hospital with a broken shoulder after Brown knocked her down and stomped her. One month before his death, the parking lot attendant slugged his wife in the mouth with a bottle.
At 12:45 A.M. on June 8, 1954, Brown returned home to their apartment at 6027 Barton Avenue in Hollywood after a night of heavy drinking. The couple argued, Brown punched her in the mouth, then went after Engels' father who had been living with them for a week while looking for another place to stay. According to Engels, she picked up a 5" paring knife from a table to frighten Brown away when her drunken husband rushed her like a "madman." She lashed out, Brown grabbed his chest, reeled into the bathroom, then moments later stumbled back out into the living room and, asking his wife to call a doctor, collapsed. Engels called an ambulance, but Brown died around 1:00 A.M. at Hollywood Receiving Hospital without making a statement. Following a coroner's inquet that ruled the actress was "probably criminally responsible" for Brown's death, Engels was formally charged with murder and bail set at $5,000. At the time of his death, Brown's blood alcohol content was .15 percent, well above the legal level of intoxication. A first trial ended on November 6, 1954 after a jury deadlocked 8-4 for acquittal. Engels was acquitted in January 1955 after the jury in the second trial needed less than an hour to rule that she had acted in self-defense. In what has since become almost a Hollywood cliche for beauty queens turned failed actresses, Engels lived alone and forgotten until making the news one last time. Concerned that she had not seen her tenant for a couple of days, Engels' landlady let herself into the flat at 5200 Marathon Street on December 6, 1956, to find the former actress lying on the floor beside her bed. "Miss Los Angeles, 1940" had died of meningitis hours earlier.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Margaret Campbell -- Mother Murder by Moonlight

Taken to the still bloody scene of the crime, an unemotional McDonald informed police, "I feel soiled. I want to shave and put on a clean shirt, if I may." After being permitted to do so, he related how his mother had returned late from a religious meeting on the night of the murder. She warned him that reading too much would lead to another nervous breakdown (he suffered one two years earlier) and threatened to commit him to a mental asylum if he did not obey her. Later that night after they went to bed, McDonald could not sleep. Looking down into the murder bed, he calmly told police: "I stood here...I'm left-handed. I remember it was moonlight enough so I didn't turn on any lights. Everything seemed like a dream. It does now, it is all hazy like, but I remember she didn't scream. I hit her first on the forehead. Then some more. I know my hands were bloody and sticky so I washed them. Then I found her pocketbook. It had $10.00 all together. It was just getting dawn when I left the house." McDonald dimly remembered placing the candle, whistle, key, and Bible tract near the body, but insisted they held no symbolic significance. Though McDonald was arraigned for the murder and insisted that he was mentally competent to stand trial, three court-appointed psychiatrists disagreed. The judge, citing that no sane man could fail to shed a tear over the death of his own mother, ruled on September 5, 1939, that McDonald was insane, and sentenced him to the Mendocino State Hospital until such time as he was ruled psychologically fit to stand trial for the murder. McDonald was briefly considered a suspect in the bludgeon murder of Russian dancer Anya Sosoyeva on the campus of Los Angeles City College on February 24, 1939 and the near fatal clubbing of 17-year-old actress Delia Bogard in Hollywood on March 28, 1939, but DeWitt Clinton Cook, a 20-year-old printer, was ultimately convicted of the crimes.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Adele Ritchie -- Murder and Suicide in Laguna Beach
Once known as the “Dresden china doll of the musical comedy stage,” Ritchie was born in Philadelphia in 1877. In 1893, she made her first public appearance in the light opera, The Algerian. Leading roles in other operas ensued, followed by a stint in vaudeville. On November 3, 1916, the recently divorced actress married stage actor Guy Bates Post in Toronto shortly before his matinee performance as the lead in Omar the Tentmaker. After the marriage, Ritchie all but retired from the theatre although she did America’s World War I recruiting effort by singing patriotic songs in vaudeville in 1917. The couple divorced in 1929 and the 52-year-old actress relocated to the exclusive artist colony of Laguna Beach, California where she directed plays for the Community Playhouse. There, Ritchie became close friends with Doris Murray Palmer, dubbed the “most beautiful woman in Laguna Beach,” a wealthy divorcee some twenty years her junior. The pair was inseparable companions until Palmer’s popularity in the community’s closely knit social circle began to eclipse that of Ritchie’s. A past collaborator with Ritchie in the Community Playhouse, Palmer had designed all the stage settings and scenery for the theatre’s latest offering, The Lady from Memphis, and was set to direct alone.
The pair’s relationship reached a flashpoint on April 24, 1930, at Palmer’s hillside bungalow at 2337 Glenneyre Street in Laguna Beach. Ritchie was visiting her friend when she learned that Palmer had been invited to a luncheon and she had not. Ritchie insisted on attending, but Palmer was equally adamant that she was not invited, and angrily turning her back on the former actress, walked down a hallway leading to the garage. Ritchie pulled a nickel plated, pearl-handled .32-caliber revolver from her purse and shot the 35-year-old woman once in the back (the bullet entering under the left shoulder blade, and piercing the heart) and once at close range in the back of the head. According to the police reconstruction of the crime, Ritchie then spent the next two hours driving around the beach community trying to decide upon a course of action. Finally, she returned to the crime scene and moved Palmer’s body to a room adjoining the living room. Ritchie carefully arranged the murdered woman’s body: folded her arms across her chest, straightened out her clothes, combed her hair, placed a pillow beneath the head, then applied rouge, lipstick, and powder to Palmer’s face. She then retired to the adjoining living room and, after first firing a shot at her head that missed, reclined on the sofa, placed the gun to her right ear, and pulled the trigger. In the throes of her death agony, the actress rolled to the floor. Their bodies were later discovered by a mutual friend who stopped by the bungalow to return Palmer’s lost dog. Guy Bates Post, informed of his former wife’s murder-suicide before a performance of The Play’s the Thing in Hawaii, said, “We lived together fourteen years, but frankly I never felt I knew her. She was very proud.”
The pair’s relationship reached a flashpoint on April 24, 1930, at Palmer’s hillside bungalow at 2337 Glenneyre Street in Laguna Beach. Ritchie was visiting her friend when she learned that Palmer had been invited to a luncheon and she had not. Ritchie insisted on attending, but Palmer was equally adamant that she was not invited, and angrily turning her back on the former actress, walked down a hallway leading to the garage. Ritchie pulled a nickel plated, pearl-handled .32-caliber revolver from her purse and shot the 35-year-old woman once in the back (the bullet entering under the left shoulder blade, and piercing the heart) and once at close range in the back of the head. According to the police reconstruction of the crime, Ritchie then spent the next two hours driving around the beach community trying to decide upon a course of action. Finally, she returned to the crime scene and moved Palmer’s body to a room adjoining the living room. Ritchie carefully arranged the murdered woman’s body: folded her arms across her chest, straightened out her clothes, combed her hair, placed a pillow beneath the head, then applied rouge, lipstick, and powder to Palmer’s face. She then retired to the adjoining living room and, after first firing a shot at her head that missed, reclined on the sofa, placed the gun to her right ear, and pulled the trigger. In the throes of her death agony, the actress rolled to the floor. Their bodies were later discovered by a mutual friend who stopped by the bungalow to return Palmer’s lost dog. Guy Bates Post, informed of his former wife’s murder-suicide before a performance of The Play’s the Thing in Hawaii, said, “We lived together fourteen years, but frankly I never felt I knew her. She was very proud.”
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