John Dillinger Death Photos Biography
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Early Life
John Herbert Dillinger was born on June 22, 1903, in Indianapolis, Indiana. As a child, he went by "Johnnie." As an adult, he was known as "Jackrabbit" for his graceful moves and quick getaways from the police. As a legend, he was known as "Public Enemy No. 1." His exploits during the Great Depression made him a headline news celebrity, as well as one of the most feared gangsters of the 20th century.
Early Crimes and Conviction
Matters reached a head on July 21, 1923, when young John Dillinger stole a car to impress a girl on a date. He was later found roaming aimlessly through Indianapolis streets by a police officer, who, after questioning Dillinger and becomingsuspicious of his vague explanations, placed him under arrest. Dillinger managed to break loose from the officer, however, and ran. Knowing that he couldn't go back home,
He joined the United States Navy the next day.
While Dillinger made it through basic training, he quickly realized that the regimented life of military service was not for him. While assigned to the U.S.S. Utah—the same U.S.S. Utah that was sunk at Pearl Harbor in 1941—he jumped ship and returned home to Mooresville, ending his five-month military career. He was eventually dishonorably discharged.
'Public Enemy No. 1'
By the summer of 1934, John Dillinger had dropped out of sight. Because of his notoriety, life had become increasingly difficult. The FBI had labeled Dillinger "Public Enemy No. 1" and placed a $10,000 reward on his head. To avoid detection, Dillinger underwent a crude form of plastic surgery in May of that year at the home of Jimmy Probasco, a Chicago bar owner with mob connections. He spent the following month at Probasco's home, healing from his surgery and going under the alias Jimmy Lawrence—the real name of a petty thief who had once dated Dillinger's former girlfriend, Billie Frechette. Final Months and Death
On Sunday, July 22, 1934, at 5 p.m., Anna Sage told FBI agents that she and Dillinger were planning to go to the movies, and were planning to either go to the Biograph or to the Marboro theater.
Purvis decided to stake out the Biograph himself. Two other agents were posted at the Marboro. Purvis was standing just a few feet away from the theater entrance when the movie let out. As Dillinger passed, he looked Purvis directly in the eyes, but made no indication of recognition of suspicion. Following the pre-arranged signal, Purvis lit a cigar. As Dillinger and the two women walked down the street, Purvis quickly pulled out his gun, and yelled, "Stick'em up, Johnnie, we have you surrounded!
" Dillinger began to run, reaching into his pants pocket to draw a gun. He entered an alley just as a volley of gunfire greeted him.
Four bullets hit Dillinger's body, three from the rear and one from the front. Two bullets grazed his face just next to his left eye. A third, the fatal shot, entered the base of his neck and traveled upward, hitting the second vertebra before exiting below his right eye. Gradually, a crowd formed around Dillinger's lifeless body, with several people dabbing handkerchiefs into his blood for souvenirs. The police had to finally be called in to move people away so that federal agents could secure the scene and remove Dillinger's body.
John Dillinger was taken to Alexian Brothers Hospital, and was officially pronounced dead before being taken to the Cook County Morgue. The crowd had followed the FBI agents and the body to the morgue and into the post-mortem room. Meanwhile, hundreds of spectators waited outside until late into the night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the slain outlaw.
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