“In Manhattan Jan. 14 two savage little men walked in the sun at noon with murder in their hearts. They were the brothers Esposito. At 12:20 p. m. they saw their victim, Alfred Klausman, emerge from a bank in the Empire State Building. Silent on his heels they followed him across Fifth Avenue, into the elevator of the office building in which he worked. As it started up, Anthony Esposito jammed a gun against Klausman’s head, demanded the $649 payroll in his pocket. “No, no,” cried Klausman clutching his coat. A bullet tore into his brain. The elevator descended and the Esposito brothers raced across the street. In the next ten minutes, Manhattan’s busy shopping district became a bloody no-man’s land. Sprinting in and out of Altman’s huge department store in and out of a taxicab, the Espositos raced around the block. Bullets whizzed. Shoppers cowered in doorways. The younger Esposito, William, fell wounded in the leg. As Patrolman Eddie Maher bent over him, William raised his gun and fired three times. A brave taxi driver named Leonard Weisberg lunged full at the spitting gun in an effort to save Maher, who was his friend. But the policeman fell dead and Weisberg writhed on the sidewalk, a bullet in his throat. Before civilians battered William Esposito into submission, another man had been wounded in the shoulder. Anthony Esposito was captured by police in a 5-and-10¢ store across Fifth Avenue. Next morning a tempest of revulsion swept New York. Police Commissioner Valentine branded the Esposito brothers mad dogs. A probation report disclosed their evil records of crime, truancy and utterly irresponsible and anti-social behavior. Their father, a Sicilian immigrant, had served time in prison. Two sisters were shoplifters. One brother lodged currently in jail. Their mother was a doting, shiftless woman who had abetted from boyhood their hatred of the police and of law. In a prison ward, recovering from their wounds, the Espositos cursed, raged and wept in explosive orgies of self-pity. As officials moved to bring them to quick trial, they abruptly turned mute, stared blankly when people asked questions, hummed tunelessly. It was evident insanity would be their plea.”
Life, January 27, 1941
1941
Mad Dog Maps…
“He looked like a sullen, surly, snarling animal…” or “Bandit Killer Cringes…” or Mad Dogs in PM…

PM, January 15-17, 1941 (Some of the photographers are: Leo Lieb, Morris Engel, Morris Gordon, Irving Haberman, Peter Killian, and Weegee)
2 Killed, 3 Shot in 5th Ave. Holdup… Here’s How It Happened
“All were bad, vicious movie-type Dead-End kids, gun-toters in their teens, problems for the police. Emanuel and Nino are now in Sing Sing.
For journalism’s most vivid story of Death in Fifth Ave. PM recommends its readers to today’s Daily News. Max Peter Haas, 33, German born photographer, was filling his Leica…”
PM, January 15, 1941
“…the filthy apartment… at 402 E. 11th St. (quoting an early Probation Report) in which the Espositos were reared…”
PM, January 16, 1941
“For the first time since Bruno Richard Hauptmann, police today permitted photographers in the line-up room at headquarters. The subject was Anthony Esposito, under indictment with his brother, William, for the murder of a business man and a policeman in Tuesday’s tragic Battle of Fifth Ave. The angry gunman ducked after Weegee took the above.”
“The detectives manacled to Esposito, didn’t want their names or pictures in the papers. They obliged by turning around, holding the gunman by head and arm so he couldn’t duck again. The yard-stick (top photo) is on the line-up platform, where Esposito had stood, refusing to answer questions. “He looked like a sullen, surly, snarling animal, Weegee reported. “He stumbled and sagged over to one side like a drunk.”

PM, January 17, 1941 (PM Sketch by Gregorio Prestopino)
(To be continued…)
“The money. Hand over the money.” – Mad Dogs in the New York Times…
“This Man Never Really Left the Jungle”… Mad Dogs in the New York Daily News…
“Mad Dog Killer Cringes…” – Mad Dogs in the New York Post…
“I’ll break every camera you got,” he shrieked… or Mad Dogs in the New York Herald Tribune…

New York Herald Tribune, January 15 and 16, 1941 (No Weegee photos…)
(Last January 15th, we revisited the scene of the crime…)
(To be continued…)
Mad Dogs Live… on East 13th St…

Weegee, Naked City, 1945, p. 163. (In the Line-Up Room.)

Weegee the Famous, 1977, p. 77. (Booked on suspicion of killing a policeman, 1939)

Weegee’s New York, 1984, p. 91. (Copkiller, 1939)

Weegee, Side Photographic Gallery. (Killed a cop in a hold up)

Weegee’s World, 1997, pp. 80-81. (Anthony Esposito, Accused “Cop Killer”)

Weegee, Berinson, 2007, p. 162. (Tuer de flic)


Weegee, Elevator to the Gallows, 2009, pp.120-121. (Esposito Cop Killer)


Google Street View, 420 East 11th St., 2014
Apparently the Esposito brothers grew up (or, were “reared”) in “‘four filthy-appearing rooms’ in the rear of a tiny and unprofitbable grocery store at 420 East Eleventh Street.” New York Herald Tribune, January 16, 1941


Google Street View, 424 East 13th St., 2014
Sister Lena DeStefano lived (after they were arrested, the Esposito’s used the DeStefano alias) at 424 East 13th St, and perhaps the Mad Dogs did as well, according to the New York Post, January 16, 1941…
(Cleaning up after a Mad Dog?)
To be continued…









































