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1942


“Air Raid”; 1957


“Air Raid Sirens”; 1960


PM, September 21, 1942, p.9

Last Time Tonight At Polo Grounds:

What Air Raid here Might Be Like

What might happen during an air attack on New York is subject of Polo Grounds show that goes on for the last time tonight. Saturday was the first night of the show, and these photos show you what it’s like. Because it’s important, admission is free and no tickets are required. Furthermore, the Polo Grounds can hold, without crowding, a lot more than the 10,000 persons who were there Saturday. Show starts at 8, lasts till about 10:30, and our photographer, Weegee says it’s pretty good. Come early and bring the kids.

Master Sgt. Monroe R. Bethman shows what enemies who bomb New York would get in return as he demonstrates how to wreck pillbox with flame-thrower.

Control panel like one that will be used by New York to keep track of enemy planes is an exhibit.

Mayor La Guardia and Col. Joseph D. Sears led parade before show started Saturda. Mayor gave Oath of Allegiance to crowd.

Using chair for shield, U.S. soldier puts out incendiary bomb with stream of water. Loud explosions make show realistic.

PM, September 21, 1942, p.9


“Obey Your Air Raid Warden”; Tony Pastor and his Orchestra; Tony Pastor; Les Burness; John Morris; March 16, 1942


PM, September 21, 1942, p.10

As House was ‘Bombed’ at Polo Grounds

These two photos show miniature building “bombed” in Polo Grounds show. Here bomb has struck sat building afire. Now see here –

Firemen quickly get the flames under control. Show demonstrates that homes with clean attics are more fire-resistant than others.

Trapped in one of the “bombed” buildings policeman W. C. Gossman needs first aid. Emergency squad arrives, and –

Gossman is carried away for attention. All bombs from two-pound… to 4000-pound German “Satan” are shown at Polo Grounds.

PM, September 21, 1942, p.10


“In Case of an Air Raid”; Harold Grant and His Orchestra; The Good Fellows; H. Lenk; E. Drake; Harold Drake; 1942


“Air Raid Warden”


“Spider Sent Me,” Paul Williams Sextette; Paul Williams; Spider Burks St. Louis, 1948


PM, July 5, 1942, p. 7

Coney Island At Noon Saturday

The crowd came later, according to Weegee who wanted a photo that showed some beach and not too many people. The masked man said that he was a laundry man, but would only be photographed incognito. The mask is a gag of his; he call himself the Spider, and likes to frighten people. Weegee didn’t get the names and addresses of the others in the photo, either. PM Photo by Weegee.
PM, July 5, 1942, p. 7


“Just Like a Spider,” Arthur “Big Boy” Crudup; Arthur Crudup, 1947


PM, June 23, 1942

Vengeance Bridges the Years

Feud begun in 1930, when two shipmates quarreled in a Brazilian port, according to police, ended this way in Greenwich Village, during the week end. A passerby is holding a match before the eyes of Anthony Acena Miras, 39, of 51 Atlantic Ave., Brooklyn, to see if he is still alive. Police arrested Manuel Lopez, 40, on a homicide charge. Miras was stabbed to death on sidewalk near 14th St. and Seventh Ave. He lies dying, above. PM Photo by Weegee


“It’s Murder,” Lil Armstrong And Her Swing Orchestra, Lil Armstrong, 1936


202 West 14th St., June 23, 2021


Brooklyn Eagle, June 22, 1942, p.2

12-Year-Old Feud Ends With Fatal Stabbing

The final chapter to an argument between two seamen which began 12 years ago on the ill-fated Vestris [1912-1928] was written today with the fatal stabbing of one of the men.

The original quarrel began in a Brazilian port and was resumed last night with flashing knives outside of a Greenwich Village bar. It ended with the death of Anthony Acena Miras, 39, and the arrest of Manuel Lopez, 40 on a charge of homicide.

The two were shipmates on the Vestris and during a quarrel in 1930 Lopez was slashed across the face with a knife, which left an ugly scar. The two men had not see each other since until Saturday night when Lopez passed a tavern at 202 W. 14th St. Manhattan, and saw at the bar. He called him outside, and the two resumed their 12-year-old battle.


“Wee Wee Hours,” Big Bill Broonzy, July 1941



Weegee, Naked City, 1945


PM, May 31, 1942, pp.8-9 (photo by Weegee)

Weegee, free-lance news photographer who drives around New York in search of pictures, got so many dirty looks during the first two weeks of gas rationing that he had a sign painter letter this card for the rack that used to hold his front license plate. Like one out of every 10 motorists in the East, Weegee has an X card.
PM, May 31, 1942, p.8


Extra! Weegee!, p. 19

Shrinking Violet Explains

New York – The envious looks of gasless former “Sunday Drivers” pierced the tender epidermis of “Weegee” noted New York freelance photographer as he toured the city while on the job today. To get rid of that uncomfortable feeling, “Weegee” mounted this explanation of gasoline expenditure on the front of his machine and immediately felt much better.
Credit Line (ACME) 5-24-42

Extra! Weegee!, p. 19


Screenshot, whitney.org


We’re the Sunday Drivers, Billy Murray’s Trio (Carl Mathieu, Monroe Silver and Murray), 1927

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PM, February 3, 1942, pp. 10-11, Vol. II, No. 164

Off Duty Cop Does Duty, Kills Gunman Who Tries Stickup
The boys were playing a little pool and cards in the Spring Arrow Social and Athletic Club, 344 Broome St., near the Bowery last night. Patrolman Eligio Sarro, off duty, went in for a pack of cigarets. Four men entered. “This is a stick-up,” the leader muttered. Sarro was a little slow getting his hands out of his overcoat pockets. “Get ’em up,” ordered the leader, Sarro did. One hand held a gun. When he got through firing, the leader was dead.

The usual curious crowd gathered after the gunman, fatally wounded, staggered from the entrance. He was about 22, dark and chunky. Police said he was Andrew Izzo with a record of six arrests.

Patrolman Sarro smokes a cigaret a few minutes after he dropped the gunman. He’s assigned to the Empire Blvd. precinct in Brooklyn. He lives only a few doors from the club.
PM Photos by Weegee


PM, July 20, 1942

Sunday Afternoon on Cherry St.
Happy days were there again, until the radio cops came around and gave Meyer Falk, 334 Cherry St., a summons for turning on the hydrant. While this was going on, we had 92 degrees; new high for the…”

77 years ago today…


Saturday Afternoon in NYC…

Today…


(Screenshot from icp.org)

Page 220 of the essential and indispensable book “Extra! Weegee” features a photo of a large, empty box. The photo (exactly like the photo below) is cluttered and claustrophobic, yet empty. Perhaps it’s a crime scene. There are boxes, cartons, a coat, and papers on top of the empty box and on shelves in the background, there’s a can or two on the ground; a pole and it’s shadow are in the foreground.
Beneath the photo in “Extra! Weegee” is a caption:

“RECLUSE DIES IN COFFIN-LIKE BED.
New York – Nightly for thirty-five years, Jeremiah Erranght, 55, would lock himself in the four-foot square iron box and go to sleep. When Erranght, who kept to himself, not allowing anyone to enter his squalid two-rooms at 79 Allen St. was missed by neighbors, the police were summoned. Breaking into the apartment, the police were confronted with the strange box. Using torches, the box was opened and inside was discovered the body of Erranght. Neighbors say he is quite wealthy.”

It’s an intriguing and enigmatic photo, appropriately people-free; Grand Guignol reality from the gritty ghetto of the (Lower) East Side… We didn’t see any coverage in PM. The NY Post had the best coverage. The Daily News coverage was silly and the NY Times had a pair of articles. AP distributed a widely printed short story. All photo-free. (No mention in the press about the Selox soap boxes: “The Speed Soap. Saves time, clothes, work, money”; “The Speed Soap. Quick sudsing – safe – economical,” for clothes and dishes.)


(Screenshot from icp.org)

March 16, 1942:

NY Post, front page, then page 8:
Dies in Coffin in Which He Lived.
Eccentric’s Body Clothed in Galoshes, Earmuffs

“The mystery of Jeremiah Erranght, accurately nicknamed Dracula by a sharp-eyed East Side kid years ago… lived for 35 of his 55 years in a two-room flat at 79 Allen St… Yesterday police smashed down the door… and found him dead.
Like Dracula, the king vampire of Bram Stoker’s creation, the recluse had almost literally dwelt in a coffin. His six-foot length was found crammed in a four-foot-square sheet metal box, which he had built himself… its narrow door was padlocked on the inside.
…He had a job – coach washer for the Pennsylvania R.R. [in Sunnyside, Queens] – to which he went faithfully, clad in a black suit, black hat and a capelike outer garment…
He bought prodigiously and fantastically. A crate of eggs, two boxes of apples, 12 dozen oranges. Six boxes of candles… A case of ketchup…
…once a month the recluse would open his door a crack, slip $15 though and utter a single sepulchral word: “Rent.”
The police who forced their way into the place yesterday saw a strange sight. The windows had been nailed shut and were opaque with decades of grime. Two tables were deeply encrusted with dirt, as were two chairs…
The body was clothed in trousers and undershirt, galoshes and earmuffs. There was no bedding in the box.
Two old trunks held only yellowed scraps of paper, on which the writing was mostly illegible… and a key to a safe deposit box…”

AP: “…They broke into his unlighted and unheated room after neighbors reported him missing for several days and plowed through the trash-filled, furniture-less abode for half an hour before deciding to pry open the big box.
There, knees drawn up because of his six-foot figure’s space requirements, they found Erranght, wearing galoshes and ear muffs. Natural causes, they said, apparently brought the mystery man’s unnatural life to an end.”

Daily News:
Lone ‘Dracula’ Dies In Box He Slept In
A mysterious, silent black-clad recluse, called Dracula by the children of the neighborhood, was found dead yesterday in a four-foot square, homemade sheet-metal box in which he slept at his one-room flat at 79 Allen St…
The room was without gas, electricity, heat or furnishings except the metal box and two trunks containing some newspaper clippings and faded letters…
His only purchases at a nearby store were candles and oatmeal…”

NY Times:
Recluse Dies Locked in 4-Foot Metal Box
In Which He Slept Wearing His Galoshes

A taciturn six-footer whose long black cape and hat were a familiar sight on the East Side was found dead yesterday in a metal chamber that served as his bed in the two squalid rooms he had occupied for thirty-five years at 79 Allen Street.
Death was apparently due to natural causes, the police said… had pried off the lid of the boxlike bed 4 1/2 feet high and 4 feet wide and long… The chamber was ventilated by small perforations in its two-inch-thick walls…
…The only food in the rooms was oatmeal. There were a couple of broken tables and chairs and the metal chamber that a policeman said resembled a ‘medieval torture chamber.’…
…alarmed at not having heard the heavy iron door clang shut at night, Siebert [the janitor who lived next door] called the police.
In the neighborhood the children spoke of him as a ‘Dracula-like’ figure…”

Syracuse Herald-Journal:
‘Ghetto Dracula’ is Found Dead in His Torture Bed
Death today sealed the mystery of the Ghetto ‘Dracula.’
In a trash-littered, bedless two-room East Side apartment…
His elongated figure garbed in a long black cape and wide black hat caused children to call him Dracula.
Police said the almost furniture-less candle-lit apartment shed little light on Erranght. Two black trunks filled with yellow, illegible documents, a safety deposit key and $150 in postal certificates were found by police…”


Weegee, [Jeremiah Erranght’s room], 1942, screenshot from icp.org