We"ve p.u.s.s.yfooted long enough, dear reader. In our May issue we marked the second anniversary of the fiendish murder of ace _Hush-Hush_ scribe Sid Hudgens. We lamented the fact that his killing remains unsolved, gently prodded the Los Angeles Police Department, D.A. Ellis Loew and his brother-in-law by marriage LAPD Sergeant Jack Vincennes to do something about it, asked a few pertinent questions and got no response. Seven months have pa.s.sed without justice being done, so here"s some more questions: Where _are_ Sid Hudgens" _ultra_ sin-tillating and sinsational secret files--the files too hot for even scalding _Hush-Hush_ to handle?
Did D.A. Loew quash the Hudgens murder investigation because the crusading Sidster recently published an expose on _Badge of Honor_ producer/director Max Pelts and his bent for teenage girls, and Pelts was a (five figure!!!) contributor to Loew"s 1953 D.A."s campaign fund?
Has Loew ignored our pleas for justice because he"s too busy gearing up for his spring 1957 reelection campaign? Is Jack "We won"t use the word "Bagman"" Vincennes again shaking down Hollywoodites for contributions for brother-in-law Ellis and thus unable to investigate the Sidster"s death?
More on the Big-time Big V: Is Vincennes, dope-buster supreme, on the sauce and feuding with his much younger rich-girl wife, who persuaded him to leave his beloved Narco Division, but now frets over his working the hazardous LAPD Surveillance Detail????
Fuel for thought, dear reader--and a gentle prodding for belated justice. The search for justice for Sid Hudgens continues. Remember, dear reader: you heard it first here, off the record, on the QT and _very_ Hush-Hush.
1956
"Crimewatch" feature, _Hush-Hush_ Magazine, October 1956 issue:
GANGLAND DROUGHT AS COHEN PAROLE APPROACHES: WILL FEAST FOLLOW FAMINE WITH THE MICKSTER REDUX?
You, dear reader, probably haven"t noticed, since you"re a law-abiding citizen who relies on _Hush-Hush_ to keep you abreast of the dark and sin-sational side of life. This publication has been accused of being sin-ical, but we"re also sin-cere in our desire to inform you of the perils of crime, organized and otherwise, which is why this periodical periodically offers a "Crimewatch" feature. This month we offer a palpably percolating potpourri centering on malicious L.A. mob activity or the lack of it, our focus the currently incarcerated Meyer Harris Cohen, 43, also known as the misanthropic Mickster, the inimitable Mickey C.
The Mick has been reposing at McNeil Island Federal pen since November of 1951, and he should be paroled sometime next year, certainly by the end of 1957. You all know Mickey by reputation: he"s the dapper little gent who ruled the L.A. rackets circa "45 to "51, until Uncle Sammy popped him for income tax evasion. He"s a headline grabber, he"s a big mocher, face it: he"s a mensch. And he"s up at McNeil, freezing his toches in the admittedly plush cell, his pet bulldog Mickey Cohen, Jr., keeping his tootsies warm, his money man Davey Goldman, also convicted of tax beefs, warming a cell down the hail. L.A. gangland activity has been--enjoying? _enduring?_--a strange lull since Mickey packed his PJs for Puget Sound, and we at _Hush-Hush_, privy to many unnamable insider sources, have a theory as to what"s been shaking. Listen close, dear reader: this is off the record, on the QT and _very_ Hush-Hush.
November "51: adios Mickey, pack a toothbrush and don"t forget to write. Before catching the McNeil Island Express, the Mickster informs his number two man, Morris Jahelka, that he (Mo) will remain t.i.tular boss of Kingdom Cohen, which Mickey has "long-term loan" divested to various legit, non-criminal businessmen that he trusts, to be quietly run by out-of-town muscle on a drastically scaled-down basis. Mickey may come off like a vicious buffoon, but Mrs. Cohen"s little boy has a head on his simian shoulders.
Are you on our wavelength so far, dear reader? Yes? Good, now listen even more closely.
Mickey languishes in his cell, living the prison life of Riley, and time goes by. The Mick gets percentage fees from his "franchise holders," funneled straight to Swiss bank accounts, and when he"s paroled he"ll get "giveback fees" and have Kingdom Cohen returned to him on a platter. He"ll rebuild his evil empire and happy days will be here again.
Such is the power of the ubiquitous Mickey C. that for several years no upstart gangsters try to crash his lulled-down, on-siesta rackets. Jack "The Enforcer" Whalen, however, a well-known thug/gambler, somehow knows of Mickey"s plan to let sleeping dogs snooze while he"s stuck in stir and the police are gratefully twiddling their thumbs with no mobster nests to swat. Whalen does not attack the diminutized Kingdom Cohen--he simply builds up a rival, strictly bookmaking kingdom with no fear of reprisals.
Meanwhile, what has happened to some of the Mickster"s chief goons? Well, nebbish-like Mo Jahelka keeps triplicate sets of books for the franchise holders, whiz at figures that he is, and Davey Goldman, stuck in stir with his boss, walks Mickey Cohen, Jr., around the McNeil Island yard. Abe Teitlebaum, Cohen muscle goon, owns a delicatessen that features greasy sandwiches named after Borscht Belt comedians, and Lee Vachss, Mr. Icepick To The Ear, sells patent medicine. _Our_ favorite Mickey misanthrope, Johnny Stompanato (sometimes known as "Oscar" because of his Academy Award--size appendage), nurses a long-term case of the hots for Lana Turner, and may have returned to his old pre-Cohen ways: running blackmail/extortion rackets. a.s.suming that Whalen and Mickey don"t collide upon the Mick"s release, things look hunky-dory and copacetic, don"t they? Gangland amity all around?
Perhaps _no_.
Item: in August of 1954, John Fisher Diskant, an alleged Cohen franchise holder, was gunned down outside a motel in Culver City. No suspects, no arrests, current disposition: the case reposes in the open file of the Culver City P.D.
Item: May 1955: two alleged Cohen prost.i.tution bosses, franchise holders both--Nathan Janklow and George Palevsky--are gunned down outside the Torch Song Tavern in Riverside. No suspects, no arrests, current disposition: the Riverside County sheriff says case closed due to lack of evidence.
Item: July 1956: Walker Ted Turow, known drug peddler who had recently stated his desire to "push white horse very large and become a bonaroo racketeer" is found shot to death at his pad in San Pedro. You guessed it: no clues, no suspects, no arrests, current disposition with the LAPD"s Harbor Division: open file, we"re not holding our breath.
Now, dig it, children: all four of these gang-connected or would be gang-connected chumps were shot dead by three-man trigger gangs. The cases were barely investigated because the respective investigating agencies considered the victims lowlifes whose deaths did not merit justice. We wish we could say that ballistics reports indicate that the same guns were used for all three shootings, but they weren"t--although .30-30 ripples pistols were the killers" M.O. all three times. And we at _Hush-Hush_ know that no interagency effort has been launched to catch the killers. In fact, we at _Hush-Hush_ are the first even to connect the crimes in theory. Tsk, tsk. We _do_ know that Jack Whalen and his chief factotums are alibied up tight as a crab"s pincer for the times of the killings and that Mickey C. and Davey G. have been questioned and have no idea who the bad boys are. Intriguing, right, dear reader? So far, no overt moves have been made to take over siesta time Kingdom Cohen, but we have word that Mickey minion Morris Jahelka has packed up and moved to Florida, scared witless . .
And the Mickster is soon to be paroled. What will happen then??????
Remember, dear reader, you saw it here first. Off the record, on the QT and _very_ Hush-Hush.
1957
CONFIDENTIAL LAPD REPORT: compiled by Internal Affairs Division, dated 2/10/57 Investigating officer: Sgt. D. W. Fisk, Badge 6129, IAD. Submitted at the request of Deputy Chief Thad Green, Chief of Detectives Subject: White, Wendell A., Homicide Division
Sir: When you initiated this investigation you stated that Officer White pa.s.sing the sergeant"s exam with high marks after two failing attempts and nine years in the Bureau startled you, especially in the light of Lt. Dudley Smith"s recent promotion to captain. I have thoroughly investigated Officer White and have come up with many contradictory items which should interest you. Since you already have access to Officer White"s arrest record and personnel sheet, I will concentrate solely on those items.
1. White, who is unmarried and without immediate family, has been intimately involved on a sporadic basis with one Lynn Margaret Bracken, age 33, for the past several years. This woman, the owner of Veronica"s Dress Shop in Santa Monica, is rumored (unsubstantiated by police records) to be an ex-prost.i.tute.
2. White, who was brought into Homicide by Lt. Smith in 1952, has, of course, not turned into the superior case man that (now) Capt. Smith a.s.sumed he would be. His 1952--5 3 work under Lt. Smith with the Surveillance Detail was, of course, legendary, and resulted in White"s killing two men in the line of duty. Since his (April 1953) shooting of Nite Owl case collateral suspect Sylvester Fitch, White has served under Lt./Capt. Smith with little formal distinction. However (rather amazingly), there have been no excessive force complaints filed against him (see White"s personnel sheets 1948--51 for records of his previous dismissed complaints). It is known that during those years and up until the spring of 1953 White visited paroled wife beaters and verbally and/or physically abused them. Evidence points to the fact that these illegal forays have not recurred for almost four years. White remains volatile (as you know, he received a departmental reprimand for punching out windows in the Homicide pen when he received word that his former partner, Sgt. R. A. Stensland, had been sentenced to death), but it is known that he has sometimes avoided work with Lt./Capt. Smith"s Mobster Squad, straining his relationship with Smith, his Bureau mentor. Citing the violent nature of the a.s.signment, White has been quoted as saying, "I"ve got no more stomach left for that stuff." Interesting, when given White"s reputation and past record.
3. In spring 1956, White took nine months" acc.u.mulated sick leave and vacation time when Capt. E. J. Exley rotated in as acting commander of Homicide. (A well-known hatred exists between White and Capt. Exley, deriving from the 1951 Christmas brutality affair.) During his time off from duty, White (whose Academy scores indicate only average intelligence and below average literacy) attended criminology and forensics cla.s.ses at USC and took and pa.s.sed (at his own expense) the FBI"S "Criminal Investigation Procedures" seminar at Quantico, Virginia. White had failed the sergeant"s exam twice before embarking on these studies, and on his third attempt pa.s.sed with a score of 89. His sergeantcy should come in before the end of the 1957 calendar year.
4. In November 1954, R. A. Stensland was executed at San Quentin. White asked for and received permission to attend the execution. He spent the night before the execution on death row drinking with Stensland. (I was told the a.s.sistant warden overlooked this infraction of prison rules out of a regard for Stensland"s ex-policeman status.) Capt. Exley also attended the execution, and it is not known if he and White had words before or after the event.
5. I saved the most interesting item for last. It is interesting in that it ill.u.s.trates White"s continued (and perhaps increasing) tendency to overinvolve himself in matters pertaining to abused and (now) murdered women. I.e., White has shown undue curiosity in a number of unsolved prost.i.tute killings that he believes to be connected: murders that have taken place in California and various parts of the West over the past several years. The victim"s names, DODs and locations of death are:
Jane Mildred Hamsher, 3/08/5 1, San Diego Kathy NMI Janeway, 4/19/53, Los Angeles Sharon Susan Palwick, 8/29/5 3, Bakersfield, Calif.
Sally NMI DeWayne, 11/02/55, Needles, Ariz.
Chrissie Virginia Renfro, 7/16/56, San Francisco
White has told other Homicide officers that he thinks evidential similarities point to one killer, and he has traveled (at his own expense) to the above-listed cities where the crimes occurred. Naturally, the detectives that White has talked to considered him a pest and were reluctant to share information with. him, and it is not known whether he has made progress toward solving any of the above cases. Lt. J. S. DiCenzo, Commander of the West Valley Station squad, stated that he thinks White"s hooker-killing fixation dates back to the time of the Nite Owl case, when White became personally concerned about the murder of a young prost.i.tute (Kathy Janeway) he was acquainted with.
6. All in all, a surprising investigation. Personally, I admire White"s initiative and persistence in pursuing a sergeantcy and his (albeit untoward) tenacity in the matter of the prost.i.tute homicides. A list of my interview references will follow in a separate memo.
Respectfully, Sgt. D. W. Fisk, 6129, lAD
CONFIDENTIAL LAPD REPORT: Compiled by Internal Affairs Division, dated 3/11/57 Investigating officer: Sgt. Donald Kieckner, badge 688, IAD. Submitted at the request of William H. Parker, Chief of Police Subject: Vincennes, John, Sergeant, Surveillance Detail
Sir: You stated that you wished to explore, in light of Sgt. Vincennes" deteriorating duty performance, the advisability of offering him early retirement by stress pension before the twentieth anniversary of his LAPD appointment comes up in May 1958. I deem that measure inappropriate at this time. Granted, Vincennes is an obvious alcoholic; granted also, his alcoholism cost him his job with _Badge of Honor_ and thus cost the LAPD a small fortune in promotional considerations. Granted again, at 42 he is too old to be working a high-risk a.s.signment such as the Surveillance Detail. As for his admittedly deteriorating performance, it is only deteriorating because Vincennes was, during his Narcotics Division heyday, a bold and inspired policeman. From my interviews I have concluded that he does not drink on duty and that his deteriorating performance can best be summed up by "sluggishness" and "bad reflexes." Moreover, should Vincennes reject an early retirement offer, my guess is that the pension board would back him up.
Sir, I know that you consider Vincennes a disgrace as a policeman. I agree with you, but advise you to consider his connection to District Attorney Loew. The Department needs Loew to prosecute our cases, as your new chief aide, Capt. Smith, will tell you. Vincennes continues to solicit funds and run errands for Loew, and should Loew, as expected, be reelected next week, he would most likely intercede if you decided to pressure Vincennes out of the Department. My recommendation is as follows: keep Vincennes on Surveillance until 3/58, when a new commander is scheduled to rotate in with his own replacement officers, then a.s.sign him to menial duties in a patrol division until his 5/15/58 retirement date arrives. At that time, Vincennes, humbled by a return to uniformed duty, could probably be persuaded to separate from the Department with all due speed.
Respectfully, Donald J. Kieckner, IAD
BANNER: L.A. _Times_, March 15:
LOEW REELECTED IN LANDSLIDE; STATEHOUSE BID NEXT?
EXTRACT: L.A. _Times_, July 8:
MICKEY COHEN WOUNDED IN PRISON YARD ATTACK
McNeil Island Federal Prison officials announced that yesterday mobsters Meyer Harris "Mickey" Cohen and David "Davey" Goldman were wounded in a vicious daylight attack.
Cohen and Goldman, both slated to be paroled in September, were watching a softball game on the prison yard when three hooded a.s.sailants wielding pipes and handmade "shivs" descended. Goldman was stabbed twice in the shoulder and beaten viciously about the head, and Cohen escaped with superficial puncture wounds. Prison doctors said that Goldman"s injuries are severe and that he may have suffered irreparable brain damage. The a.s.sailants escaped, and at this moment a ma.s.sive investigation is being conducted to discover who they are. McNeil administrator R. J. Wolf said, "We believe this was a so-called death contract, contracted to in-prison inmates by outside sources. Every effort will be made to get to the bottom of this incident."
_Hush-Hush_ Magazine, October 1957 issue:
MICKEY COHEN BACK IN L.A.!!! ARE HIS BAD OLD GOOD TIMES HERE TO STAY???
He was the most colorful mobster the City of Fallen Angels had ever seen, Hepcat--and to dig his act at the Mocambo or the Troc was like watching Daddy-o Stradivarius chop a fiddle from a tree trunk. He"d crack jokes written by gagster Davey Goldman, slip fat envelopes to the bagmen from the Sheriff"s Department and do a wicked Lindy hop with his squeeze Audrey Anders or the other comely quail sashaying on the premises. Eyes would dart to his table and the ladies would surrept.i.tiously survey his chief bodyguard, Johnny Stompanato, and wonder, "Is he really _that_ large?" Sycophants, stooges, glad-handers, p.i.s.santers and general rimbamboos would drop by the Mickster"s side, to be rewarded with jokes, a backslap, a handout. The Mick was a soft touch for crippled kids, stray dogs, the Salvation Army and the United Jewish Appeal. The Mick also ran bookmaking, loansharking, gambling, prost.i.tution and dope rackets and killed an average of a dozen people a year. n.o.body"s perfect, right, Hepcat? You leave your toenail tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs on the bathroom floor, Mickey sends people on the night train to Slice City.
Dig it, Hepcat: people also tried to kill Mickey!!! A mensch like that?--No! !!! Yes, Hepcat, what goes around comes around. The trouble was, the Mick had more lives than the proverbial feline, kept dodging bombs, bullets and dynamite while those around him went down dead, survived six years at McNeil Island Pen, including a recent shiv/pipe attack--and now he"s back! Sy Devore, watch out: the Mickster will be in for a few dozen shiny new sharkskin suits; Trocadero and Mocambo cigarette girls, get ready for some C-note tips. Mickey and his entourage will soon descend on the Sunset Strip, and--_very Hush-Hush_--yes, ladies, Johnny Stompanato is _that_ large, but he only has eyes for Lana Turner, and word is that he and Lana have been playing more than footsie lately . . .
But back to Mickey C. Avid _Hush-Hush_ readers will recall our October "56 Crimewatch feature, where we speculated on the gangland "lull" that has been going on since the Mick went to stir. Well, some still unsolved deaths occurred, and that pipe/shiv attack that wounded Mickey and left his stooge Davey Goldman a vegetable? Well . . . they never got the hooded inmate a.s.sailants who attempted to send Mickey and his man to Slice City...
Call this a warning, children: he"s a mensch, he"s local color to the nth degree, he"s the marvelous, malevolent benevolent Mickster. He"s tough to kill, "cause innocent bystanders take the hot lead with his name on it. Mickey"s back, and his old gang might be forming up again. Hepcat, when you club hop on the sin-tillating Sunset Strip, bring a bulletproof vest in case Meyer Harris Cohen sits nearby.