Earl Wright


EARL WRIGHT was born in 1903 to William and Stella Wright. On March 1, 1928 Earl Wright began working as a policeman on the Camden city police department. The other officers appointed that day were John V. Wilkie, Francis Guetherman, August Riehm, William Schriver, Edward Shapiro, Edward Cahill, Marshall Thompson, Stanley Bobiak, Paul Edwards, Leon Feltz, George Getley, Joseph Lack, Thomas Stanton, Otto Toperzer, Walter Vecander and Frank Wilmot. At the time of the 1930 Census Earl Wright was divorced and living with his parents and younger brother Wilbert at 404 Birch Street in North Camden. William Wright was at this time managing a store.

In August of 1936 Officer Wright, which policemen John V. Wilkie, Oliver Morgan, and John Kaighn, participated in a raid on a store at 1806 Broadway that resulted in the seizure of a then illegal pinball machine and the arrest of Felix Bocchicchio, who would go on to fame as boxer Jersey Joe Walcott's manager.

Earl Wright served for many years as a part of the Camden Police motorcycle squad, along with George F. Jefferis. By 1947 Earl Wright had been promoted to Sergeant, assigned to the traffic bureau. At that time he was living at 234 North 7th Street.

On September 7, 1949 Sergeant Earl Wright was on the scene at 32nd Street and River Road when Howard Unruh went on a shooting spree which resulted in the death of thirteen people. Sergeant Wright was the arresting officer.

Camden Courier-Post - November 29, 1930
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Dorothy Austin - John Cullen - John Drexel - Gordon Feltz
Samuel Johnson* - Russell Kaighn - Dr. Charles Ley - Irma Marconi
Sylvester McGrath
- Alfred Shires - Walter Smith - Nathan Wine
Earl Wright - John Yovankin - North 3rd Street - North 8th Street
Broadway - Friends Avenue - Lansdowne Avenue - Louis Street
Penn Street - South Common Road

* Samuel Johnson was erroneously naed "Thompson" in the above article

Camden Courier-Post - October 26,1931

'CHARITY SOLICITOR GETS 50-DAY TERM
Judge Pancoast Sentences Man Holding License Issued in Philadelphia

A "permit," which he declared was his authorization to solicit funds in Camden for "charity," failed to save William W. Jones, 42, of 131 Kaighn Avenue, from being given 50 days in jail by Police Judge Pancoast.

Charged, with receiving money under false pretense, Jones was arrested Friday by Motorcycle Policeman Earl Wright after several complaints were received at headquarters.

Wright testified Saturday that he followed Jones at Sixth Street and Kaighn Avenue. Two other men solicitors escaped, Wright said. Jones had a tambourine, partly filled with money and wore a uniform cap similar to those of the Salvation Army, the policeman said. While they were waiting for the patrol, Jones bought cigarettes out of the money from the tambourine, Wright stated. The policeman said Jones told him he earned from six to seven dollars a day.

Jones pleaded guilty to accepting money under false pretense. He produced the permit which was signed by Nicholas Cavalucci, whose "charity" activities in Philadelphia have been thoroughly investigated by the police. The pamphlet authorizing Jones to solicit funds was made out on a letterhead of the Missionary Relief Workers Association. with headquarters at 2019 Germantown Avenue. It read:

"This credential authorizes William W. Jones to solicit funds for the support of religious activities to give out Frock, Testaments and Bibles and do Home Missionary work. All donations are used for the uplift of humanity."

The "permit" named Cavalucci as "founder and superintendent," and instructed all police and constables to examine the collector's credentials to determine together or not he was a fraud. Attached to it was a photograph of Jones.

Jones told Judge Pancoast he received 50 percent of all collections. When Judge Pancoast imposed the jail sentence he said he could not pay $50 fine. Throwing down his uniform cap and tambourine, Jones promised to quit and never return to Camden," but the sentence was enforced..


Camden Courier-Post - October 27, 1931

2 Wives Give Same Block Duplicate Murder Scares
And Two Hubbies on Warpath, Both Brandishing Knives,
Subdued by Same Cop; Will
Tell It to Same Judge Today

Two wives, within two hours, excited the neighborhood of Chestnut Street in the 200 block by running into the street and calling "murder."        .

In both instances Motorcycle Patrolman Earl Wright was summoned to subdue ferocious husbands.

The first call came from 290 Chestnut Street. Wright used jujitsu to stop William Passio, 24, from breaking up the furniture and threatening his wife, Catherine, with a bread knife. The cop arrested Passio and confiscated one case or 48 half-pint bottles of alleged whiskey and a punchboard. Sergeant Truax and Policeman Devine assisted.

The second call came from 254 Chestnut Street. Wright and Sergeant Petit found George Hall, 28, at the back door with a carving knife up his sleeve.

His wife, Hazel, said he attempted to kill her. Wright drew his pistol- Hall handed over the knife.

Both men were given "suites" in the city jail pending arraignment today. Both were charged with "threats to kill.'

Camden Courier-Post - March 19, 1932

2 MEN PAY FINES FOR INTERFERENCE
Police Say Defendants 'Butted in' During Probe Into Accident

Two men were arrested yesterday by a Camden policeman, who charged they interfered with his investigation of an automobile accident at Ninth Street and Kaighn Avenue,.

Richard Mayer, 28, of 373 East Gowan Avenue, Mt. Airy, Pa., and Joseph Meraglo, 23, of 1016 South Fourth Street, Philadelphia, were fined $25 each by Police Judge Pancoast. Both were charged with disorderly conduct. Mayer also was charged with reckless driving.

Joseph Devlin, 42, of 1919 Mifflin street, Philadelphia, was held in $1000 bail by Pancoast to await the outcome of injuries suffered by a woman passenger in his car. The woman, who gave her name as Miss Jane Glenn, 36, of 2506 South Twenty-second Street, Philadelphia, is in West Jersey Homeopathic Hospital. Doctors say her condition is not serious.

The accident occurred at 2:20 AM. Motorcycle Policeman Earl Wright and other policemen were at the scene in investigating, when an automobile flashed by. Wright in court said he blew his whistle and declared the car was unable to stop within 100 feet. Wright said he was questioning Mayer when Maraglo "butted in," and stated, "I'll get this fixed up tonight". Wright testified he searched Mayer for a gun and Mayer replied, "I haven't got it on me tonight."

In court both Mayer and Meraglo said they were not speeding, and didn't interfere with the officer.

Devlin was released for court by Detective Joseph Caputi. Devlin's automobile was in collision with the car of Edward Kaligian, 30, of 1251 North Twenty-eighth street.

Camden Courier-Post
June 1, 1932

Camden Courier-Post - June 8, 1932

Samuel M. Shay - Carlo Pisco - Joseph Pisco - Earl Wright

Camden Courier-Post
June 13, 1932

Jacob H. Trout

 

Camden Courier-Post
June 16, 1932

Earl Wright
William Canning

 

Camden Courier-Post - February 2, 1933

3 PANHANDLERS JAILED AFTER COP TESTIFIES

Three men arrested on charges of panhandling were sentenced yesterday to six months each in jail by Police Judge Garfield Pancoast. They are Edmund Cox, 74, no home; Morgan Vennell, 48, and Louis Elwell, 48. both of 130 Arch street.

The men were arrested at Second and Market streets by Patrolman Earl Wright. Wright said they have been panhandling on Market street for some time..

Camden Courier-Post - August 16, 1933

BOY FOUND DRUNK GETS 30-DAY TERM

A 16-year-old youth ,¥ho was found unconscious in a vacant house from the effects of drinking liquor was sentenced to 30 days in jail yesterday by Police Judge Garfield Pancoast.

He is Julius Carter, 1288 Van Hook street, who was discovered Monday night in a house at 534 Ray Street by Motorcycle Patrolman Earl Wright.

"You are certainly starting out well," Judge Pancoast told the boy. "Where did you get the liquor?"

"Some fellows gave it to me," was the reply.

"Well, I am going to stop you from starting that habit," was Judge Pancoast's answer.

CAMDEN COURIER-POST - MAY 19, 1934

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Camden Courier-Post - February 24, 1936

OWNER HELD IN TAPROOM BRAWLS
Proprietor of Wall Street Club Charged With Hitting Policeman

Four persons were arrested early yesterday during a free-for-all fight in the Wall Street Club, 340 Federal Street, according to police.

Edward Markowitz, 38, proprietor of the place, was arrested and charged with assault and battery on an officer, resisting arrest and disorderly conduct.

Ambrose Brown, 31, and his brother, Asher, 27, both of 2104 Spring Garden Street, Philadelphia, were arrested on complaint of George Brown, 29, of 1214 Mt. Ephraim Avenue, who charged them with assault and battery. The Browns under arrest are not related to the complainant. Brown, the complainant, is a brother-in-law of Patrolman Joseph Schultz.

Patrolmen Earl Wright and Gus Fortune were passing Fourth and Federal streets at 1:45 AM in a radio car with Commissioner Mary W. Kobus when a man ran out of the Wall Street Club and shouted to them that some men had been beating him.

When the policemen entered, Markowitz is alleged to have tried to eject the police. He said they had no right in his place, according to Wright and Fortune.

Markowitz was arrested with the three Browns. Wright alleges Markowitz struck him in the face. At police headquarters Mrs. Eleanor Brown, wife of Asher Brown, said she, her husband and brother-in-law were getting ready to leave the place when George Brown struck her in the face. She said her husband and brother-in-law struck George Brown in retaliation.

Police said when they reached the interior of the taproom men were fighting, women screaming and tables were being overturned.

Markowitz was held in $1000 bail. When booked at police headquarters, Markowitz was drunk, Wright and Fortune said. Ambrose and Asher Brown in $500 bail each and George Brown in $200 bail as a witness. They will have hearings today in police court.

Markowitz last night denied he struck Wright but alleged the patrolman knocked him unconscious at police headquarters. He said he was placed in a wheel chair and pushed into a cell. He charged he was not permitted to use a telephone until 7:00 AM.

"There was no fight in my place," Markowitz declared. "The fight was out on the street and Wright rushed into my place, grabbed me and hustled me to the patrol box. He struck me in the eye in my place and I never raised a hand to him. There were 20 persons in the place can testify I am telling the truth,"

Camden Courier-Post - August 6, 1936
WOMAN SHOUTS MURDER AND POLICE RAID HOUSE

Charged with allowing disorderly persons to congregate in her home, Mrs. Elizabeth Holmes, 519 Newton Avenue, was fined $25 by Police Judge Lewis Liberman yesterday.

She was arrested at 3:00 AM after a call was sent to police headquarters by neighbors, that a woman had screamed "murder" in the house. Arrested with her were Mary Williams, 38, also of the Newton Avenue address; Charles Weatherby, 28, of 540 Division Street and Edward Werner, 26, of 707 New Street. They were charged with being inmates.

Sergeant John Deith and Policeman Earl Wright said they found whiskey on a table after they went to the house in response to the complaint. Wright testified he had to climb the rainspout to get in.

Mrs. Holmes denied the charge but was found guilty. The other woman and the two men were fined $10 each.

Camden Courier-Post - August 12, 1936

Camden Courier-Post - August 12, 1936

Cops Score High on This Slot Machine

Camden
Courier-Post

October 12, 1936

Earl Wright
Frank Evans
George Ward
Frank Wade
Thomas Golden

Camden
Courier-Post

October 13, 1936

Earl Wright
Frank Evans
George Ward
Frank Wade
Thomas Golden

Camden Courier-Post - February 2, 1938
MAN GETS 4 MONTHS FOR SALOON ENTRY
Excuse of Breaking in ‘Just to Buy a Drink' Fails to Move Court

John H. Fagen, 34, of Macon, Georgia, was sentenced to four months in county jail yesterday by Judge Clifford A. Baldwin in Special Sessions Court, on charges of breaking and entering a saloon January 17.

Fagen was arrested after Olga Cinaglia, daughter of Peter Cinaglia, proprietor of the saloon, at 702 South Second Street, heard him and wakened her father. The father and a brother caught Fagen after he climbed out a window of the saloon. Fagen told the court he entered the saloon to buy a drink.

George Zimmerman, 33, of 53 Marlton Pike, was sentenced to six months in jail in default of $300 fine as a result of his arrest three weeks ago by state ABC agents who found five gallons of untaxed alcohol in his home.

Earl Bundy, 824 Sycamore Street, and Grant Green, 723 Sycamore Street, were given jail sentences as a result of their arrest in the latter's home. William West, of Second street and Kaighn Avenue, complained to Policeman Earl Wright that he was attacked by Bundy when he went there to buy liquor. Wright found five quarts of illicit liquor in the house.

Judge Baldwin sentenced Bundy to 30 days for assault and battery and three months for the ABC violation. When Green admitted he had the liquor and said Bundy was innocent, Judge Baldwin said:

"Misery loves company, and as long as you are so fond of Bundy you can keep him company in the county jail for two months."

Harold Smith, of Lawnside, arrested by Bayard Sullivan, ABC agent, for operating a still In a vacant house, pleaded that he was ill and subject to "spells." Judge Baldwin sentenced him to a "spell" of six months in the county jail.

Former Recorder William Branch, of Lawnside, was found not guilty of malfeasance in office. On May 15 Jerry Whitledge, also of Lawnside, was arrested on a charge of drunken driving. At a hearing be· fore Branch. Whitledge was sentenced to 30 days or $100 fine. Whitledge appealed and his attorney, William A. E. King, served the appeal papers on Branch. Under the law. Branch should have sent an immediate discharge order to the county jail for Whitledge's release but Branch failed to do so for several days. Because Branch's term has expired and because neither King nor Whitledge appeared to prosecute, the court discharged him.

Sergeant Earl Wright
(wearing sunglasses)
with killer Howard Unruh in custody

September 7, 1949

New York Times - September 7, 1949

 

New York Times - September 6, 1949

For a distinguished example of local reporting during the year, The New York Times submits the story by Meyer Berger of the mass shootings in Camden, New Jersey on September 6, 1949. Mr. Berger was assigned to the story by The Times City Desk shortly before 11 A.M. He caught the first available train to Camden; personally covered the story and filed approximately 4,000 words. The last of his copy reached The Times office at 9:20 P.M., about one hour before the first edition closing. In the opinion of the editors of The New York Times, Mr. Berger’s story was a brilliant example of thorough, accurate reporting and skillful writing, under pressure. Mr. Berger subsequently received the 1950 Pulitzer Prize for local reporting.

CAMDEN, N.J., Sept.6--Howard B. Unruh, 28 years old, a mild, soft-spoken veteran of many armored artillery battles in Italy, France, Austria, Belgium and Germany, killed twelve persons with a war souvenir Luger pistol in his home block in East Camden this morning. He wounded four others.

Unruh, a slender, hollow-cheeked six-footer paradoxically devoted to scripture reading and to constant practice with firearms, had no previous history of mental illness but specialists indicated tonight that there was no doubt that he was a psychiatric case, and that he had secretly nursed a persecution complex for two years or more.

The veteran was shot in the left thigh by a local tavern keeper but he kept that fact secret, too, while policemen and Mitchell Cohen, Camden County prosecutor, questioned him at police headquarters for more than two hours immediately after tear gas bombs had forced him out of his bedroom to surrender.

Blood Betrays His Wound

The blood stain he left on the seat he occupied during the questioning betrayed his wound. When it was discovered he was taken to Cooper Hospital in Camden, a prisoner charged with murder.

He was as calm under questioning as he was during the twenty minutes that he was shooting men, women and children. Only occasionally excessive brightness of his dark eyes indicated that he was anything other than normal.

He told the prosecutor that he had been building up resentment against neighbors and neighborhood shopkeepers for a long time. “They have been making derogatory remarks about my character,” he said. His resentment seemed most strongly concentrated against Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Cohen who lived next door to him. They are among the dead.

Mr. Cohen was a druggist with a shop at 3202 River Road in East Camden. He and his wife had had frequent sharp exchanges over the Unruhs’ use of a gate that separates their back yard from the Cohens’. Mrs. Cohen had also complained of young Unruh’s keeping his bedroom radio tuned high into the late night hours. None of the other victims had ever had trouble with him. Unruh, a graduate of Woodrow Wilson High School here, had started a GI course in pharmacy at Temple University in Philadelphia some time after he was honorably discharged from the service in 1945, but had stayed with it only three months. In recent months he had been unemployed, and apparently was not even looking for work.

Mother Separated From Husband

His mother, Mrs. Rita Unruh, 50, is separated from her husband. She works as a packer in the J. Eavenson Soap Company in Camden and hers was virtually the only family income. James Unrah, 25 years old, her younger son, is married and lives in Haddon Heights, N.J. He works for the Curtis Publishing Company.

On Monday night, Howard Unruh left the house alone. He spent the night at the Family Theater on Market Street in Philadelphia to sit through several showings of the double feature motion picture there--“I Cheated the Law” and “The Lady Gambles.” It was pass three o’clock this morning when he got home.

Prosecutor Cohen said that Unruh told him later that before he fell asleep this morning he had made up his mind to shoot the persons who had “talked about me,” that he had even figured out that 9:30 A.M. would be the time to begin because most of the stores in his block would be open at that hour.

His mother, leaving her ironing when he got up, prepared his breakfast in their drab little three-room apartment in the shabby gray two-story stucco house at the corner of River Road and Thirty Second Street. After breakfast, he loaded one clip of bullets into his Lugar, slipped another clip into his pocket, and carried sixteen loose cartridges in addition. He also carried a tear-gas pen with six shells and a sharp six-inch knife.

He took one last look around his bedroom before he left the house. On the peeling walls he had crossed pistols, crossed German bayonets, pictures of armored artillery in action. Scattered about the chamber were machetes, a Roy Rogers pistol, ash trays made of German shells, clips of 30-30 cartridges for rifle use and a host of varied war souvenirs.

Mrs. Unruh had left the house some minutes before, to call on Mrs. Caroline Pinner, a friend in the next block. Mrs. Unruh had sensed, apparently, that her son’s smoldering resentments were coming to a head. She had pleaded with Elias Pinner, her friend’s husband, to cut a little gate in the Unruhs’ backyard so that Howard need not use the Cohen gate again. Mr. Pinner finished the gate early Monday evening after Howard had gone to Philadelphia.

At the Pinners’ house at 9 o’clock this morning, Mrs. Unruh had murmured something about Howard’s eyes: how strange they looked and how worried she was about him.

A few minutes later River Road echoed and re-echoed to pistol fire. Howard Unruh was on the rampage. His mother, who had left the Pinners’ little white house only a few seconds before, turned back. She hurried through the door.

She cried, “Oh, Howard, oh, Howard, they’re to blame for this.” She rushed past Mrs. Pinner, a kindly gray-haired woman of 70. She said, “I’ve got to use the phone; may I use the phone?”

But before she had crossed the living room to reach for it she fell on the faded carpet in a dead faint. The Pinners lifted her onto a couch in the next room. Mrs. Pinner applied aromatic spirits to revive her.

Panic Grips Entire Block

While his mother writhed on the sofa in her house dress, and worn old sweater, coming back to consciousness, Howard Unruh was walking from shop to shop in the “3200 block” with deadly calm, spurting Luger in hand. Children screamed as they tumbled over one another to get out of his way. Men and women dodged into open shops, the women shrill with panic, man hoarse with fear. No one could quite understand for a time. what had been loosed in the block.

Unruh first walked into John Pilarchik’s shoe repair shop near the north end of his own side of the street. The cobbler, a 27-year-old man who lives in Pennsauken Township, looked up open-mouthed as Unruh came to within a yard of him. The cobbler started up from his bench but went down with a bullet in his stomach. A little boy who was in the shop hid behind the counter and crouched there in terror. Unruh walked out into the sunlit street.

“I shot them in the chest first,” he told the prosecutor later, in meticulous detail, “and then I aimed for the head.” His aim was devastating--and with reason. He had won marksmanship and sharpshooters’ ratings in the service, and he practiced with his Luger all the time on a target set up in the cellar of his home.

Unruh told the prosecutor afterward that he had Cohen the druggist, the neighborhood barber, the neighborhood cobbler and the neighborhood tailor on his mental list of persons who had “talked about him.” He went methodically about wiping them out. Oddly enough, he did not start with the druggist, against whom he seemed to have the sharpest feelings, but left him almost for the last.

Newlywed Wife Shot Dead

From the cobbler’s he went into the little tailor shop at 3214 River Road. The tailor was out. Helga Zegrino, 28 years old, the tailor’s wife was there alone. The couple, incidentally, had been married only one month. She screamed when Unruh walked in with his Luger in his hand. Some people across the street heard her. Then the gun blasted again and Mrs. Zegrino pitched over, dead. Unruh walked into the sunlight again.

All this was only a matter of seconds and still only a few persons had begun to understand what was afoot. Down the street at 3210 River Road is Clark Hoover’s little country barber shop. In the center was a white-painted carousel-type horse for children customers. Orris Smith, a blonde boy only 6 years old, was in it, with a bib around his neck, submitting to a shearing. His mother, Mrs. Catherine Smith, 42, sat on a chair against the wall and watched.

She looked up. Clark Hoover turned from his work, to see the six-footer, gaunt and tense, but silent, standing in the driveway with of the Luger. Unruh’s brown tropical worsted suit was barred with morning shadow. The sun lay bright in his crew-cut brown hair. He wore no hat. Mrs. Smith could not understand what was about to happen.

Unruh walked to “Brux”-- that is Mrs. Smith’s nickname for her little boy -- and put the Luger to the child’s chest. The shot echoed and reverberated in the little 12 by 12 shop. The little boy’s head pitched toward the wound, his hair, half-cut, stained with red. Unruh said never a word. He put the Luger close to the shaking barber’s hand. Before the horrified mother, Unruh leaned over and fired another shot into Hoover.

The veteran made no attempt to kill Mrs. Smith. He did not seem to hear her screams. He turned his back and stalked out, unhurried. A few doors north, Dominick Latela, who runs a little restaurant, had come to his shop window to learn what the shooting was about. He saw Unruh cross the street toward Frank Engel’s Tavern. Then he saw Mrs. Smith stagger out with her pitiful burden. Her son’s head rolled over the crook of her right arm.

Mrs. Smith screamed, “My boy is dead. I know he’s dead.” She stared about her, looking in vain for aid. No one but Howard Unruh was in sight, and he was concentrating on the tavern. Latela dashed out, but first he shouted to his wife, Dora, who was in the restaurant with their daughter Eleanor, 6 years old. He hollered, “I”m going out. Lock the door behind me.” He ran for his car, and drove it down toward Mrs. Smith as she stood on the payment with her son.

Latela took the child from her arms and placed him on the car’s front seat. He pushed the mother into the rear seat, slammed the doors and headed for Cooper Hospital. Howard Unruh had not turned. Engle, the tavern keeper, had locked his own door. His customers, the bartender and a porter made a concerted rush for the rear of the saloon. The bullets tore through the tavern door paneling. Engel rushed upstairs and got out his .38 caliber pistol, then rushed to the street window of his apartment.

Unruh was back in the center of the street. He fired a shot at an apartment window at 3208 River Road. Tommy Hamilton, 2 years old, fell back with a bullet in his head. Unruh went north again to Latela’s place. He fired a shot at the door, and kicked in the lower glass panel. Mrs. Latela crouched behind the counter with her daughter. She heard the bullets, but neither she nor her child was touched. Unruh walked back toward Thirty-second Street, reloading the Luger.

Now, the little street--a small block with only five buildings on one side, three one-story stores on the other--was shrill with women’s and children’s panicky outcries. A group of six or seven little boys or girls fled pass Unruh. They screamed, “Crazy man!” and unintelligible sentences. Unruh did not seem to hear, or see, them.

Autoist Goes to His Death

Alvin Day, a television repair man, who lives in the near-by Mantua, had heard the shooting, but driving into the street he was not aware of what had happened. Unruh walked up to the car window as Day rolled by, and fired once through the window, with deadly aim. The repair man fell against the steering wheel. The front wheels hit the opposite curb and stalled. Day was dead.

Frank Engel had thrown open his second-four apartment window. He saw Unruh pause for a moment in a narrow alley between the cobbler’s shop and a little two-story house. He aimed and fired. Unruh stopped for just a second. The bullet had hit, but he did not seem to mind, after the initial brief shock. He headed toward the corner drugstore, and Engle did not fire again.

“I wish I had,” he said, later. “I could have killed him then. I could have put a half-dozen shots into him. I don’t know why I didn’t do it.”

Cohen, the druggist, a heavy man of 40, had run into the street shouting, “What’s going on here? What’s going on here?” but at sight of Unruh hurried back into his shop. James J. Huttton, 45, an insurance agent from Westmont, N.J., started out of the drug shop to see what the shooting was about. Like so many others he had figured at first that it was some car backfiring. He came face to face with Unruh.

Unruh said quietly, “Excuse me, sir,” and started to push past him. Later, Unruh told the police: “That man didn’t act fast enough. He didn’t get out of my way.” He fired into Hutton’s head and body. The insurance man pitched onto the sidewalk and lay still.

Cohen had run to his upstairs apartment and had tried to warn Minnie Cohen, 63, his mother, and Rose, his wife, 38, to hide. His son, Charles, 14, was in the apartment, too.

Mrs. Cohen shoved the boy into a clothes closet, and leaped into another closet herself. She pulled the door to. The druggist, meanwhile had leaped from the window onto a porch roof. Unruh, a gaunt figure at the window behind him, fired into the druggist’s back. The druggist, still running, bounded off the roof and lay dead in Thirty-second Street.

Unruh fired into the closet, where Mrs. Cohen was hidden. She fell dead behind the closed door, and he did not bother to open it. Mrs. Minnie Cohen tried to get to the telephone in an adjoining bedroom to call the police. Unruh fired shots into her head and body and she sprawled dead on the bed. Unruh walked down the stairs with his Luger reloaded and came out into the street again.

A coupe had stopped at River Road, obeying a red light. The passengers obviously had no idea of what was loose in East Camden and no one had a chance to tell them. Unruh walked up to the car, and though it was filled with total strangers, fired deliberately at them, one by one, through the windshield. He killed the two women passengers, Mrs. Helen Matlack Wilson, 43, of Pennsauken, who was driving, and her mother, Mrs. Emma Matlack, 66. Mrs. Wilson’s son John, 12, was badly wounded. A bullet pierced his neck, just below in the jawbone.

Earl Horner, clerk in the American Stores Company, a grocery opposite the drugstore, had locked his front door after several passing men, women and children had tumbled breathlessly into the shop panting “crazy man***killing people.***” Unruh came up to the door and fired two shots through the wood paneling. Horner, his customers, the refugees from the veteran’s merciless gunfire, crouched, trembling, behind the counter. None there was hurt.

“He tried the door before he shot in here,” Horner related afterward. “He just stood there, stony-faced and grim, and rattled the knob, before he started to fire. Then he turned away.”

Charlie Petersen, 18, son of a Camden fireman, came driving down the street with two friends when Unruh turned from the grocery. The three boys got out to stare at Hutton’s body lying unattended on the sidewalk. They did not know who had shot the insurance man, or why and, like the women in the car, had no warning that Howard Unruh was on the loose. The veteran brought his Luger to sight and fired several times. Young Petersen fell with bullets in his legs. His friends tore pell-mell down the street to safety.

Mrs. Helen Harris of 1250 North Twenty-eighth Street with her daughter, Helen, a 6-year-old blonde child, and a Mrs. Horowitz with her daughter, Linda, five, turned into Thirty-second Street. They had heard the shooting from a distance but thought is was auto backfire.

Unruh passed them in Thirty-second Street and walked up the sagging four steps of a little yellow dwelling back of his own house. Mrs. Madeline Harrie, a woman in her late thirties, and two sons, Armand, 16, and Leroy, 15, were in the house. A third son, Wilson, 14, was barricaded in the grocery with other customers.

Unruh threw open the front door and, gun in hand, walked into the dark little parlor. He fired two shots at Mrs. Harrie. They went wild and entered the wall. A third shot caught her in the left arm. She screamed. Armand leaped at Unruh, to tackle him. The veteran used the Luger butt to drop the boy, then fired two shots into his arms. Upstairs Leroy heard the shooting and the screams. He hid under a bed.

By this time, answering a flood of hysterical telephone calls from various parts of East Camden, police radio cars swarmed into River Road with sirens wide open. Emergency crews brought machine guns, shotguns and tear gas bombs.

Sergeant Earl Wright, one of the first to leap to the sidewalk, saw Charles Cohen, the druggist’s son. The boy was half out the second-floor apartment window, just above where his father lay dead. He was screaming “He’s going to kill me. He’s killing every body.” The boy was hysterical.

Wright bounded up the stairs to the druggist’s apartment. He saw the dead woman on the bed, and tried to soothe the druggist son. He brought him downstairs and turned him over to other policemen, then joined the men who had surrounded the two-story stucco house where Unruh lived. Unruh, meanwhile, had fired about 30 shots. He was out of ammunition: Leaving the Harrie house, he had also heard the police sirens. He had run through the back gate to his own rear bedroom.

Guns Trained on Window

Everett, a motorcycle policeman, scrambled to the porch roof under Unruh’s window. He tossed a tear-gas grenade through a pane of glass. Other policemen, hoarsely calling on Unruh to surrender, took positions with their machine guns and shotguns. They trained them on Unruh’s window.

Meanwhile a curious interlude had taken place. Philip W. Buxton, an assistant city editor on the Camden Evening Courier had looked Unruh’s name up in the telephone book. He called the number, Camden 4-2490W. It was just after 10 A.M. and Unruh had just returned to his room. To Mr. Buxton’s astonishment Unruh answered. He said hello in a calm, clear voice.

“This Howard?” Mr. Buxton asked.

“Yes, this is Howard. What’s the last name of the party you want?”

“Unruh.”

The veteran asked what Mr. Buxton wanted.

“I’m a friend,” the newspaper man said. “I want to know what they’re doing to you down there.”

Unruh thought a moment. He said, “They haven’t done anything to me---yet. I’m doing plenty to them.” His voice was still steady without a trace of hysteria.

Mr. Buxton asked how many persons Unruh had killed.

The veteran answered: “I don’t know. I haven’t counted. Looks like a pretty good score.”

“Why are you killing people?”

“I don’t know,” came the frank answer. “I can’t answer that yet. I’ll have to talk to you later. I’m too busy now.”

The telephone banged down.

Unruh was busy. The tear gas was taking effect and police bullets were thudding at the walls around him. During a lull in the firing the police saw the white curtains move and the gaunt killer came into plain view.

“Okay,” he shouted. “I give up, I’m coming down.”

“Where’s that gun?” a sergeant yelled.

“It’s on my desk, up here in the room,” Unruh called down quietly. “I’m coming down.”

Thirty guns were trained on the shabby little back door. A few seconds later the door opened and Unruh stepped into the light, his hands up. Sergeant Wright came across the morning-glory and aster beds in the yard and snapped handcuffs on Unruh’s wrists.

“What’s the matter with you,” a policeman demanded hotly. “You a psycho?”

Unruh stared into the policeman’s eyes---a level, steady stare. He said, “I’m no psycho. I have a good mind.”

Word of the capture brought the whole East Camden populace pouring into the streets. Men and women screamed at Unruh, and cursed him in shrill accents and in hoarse anger. Someone cried “lynch him” but there was no movement. Sergeant Wright’s men walked Unruh to a police car and started for headquarters.

Shouting and pushing men and women started after the car, but dropped back after a few paces. They stood in excited little groups discussing the shootings, and the character of Howard Unruh. Little by little the original anger, born of fear, that had moved the crowd, began to die.

Men conceded that he probably was not in his right mind. Those who knew Unruh kept repeating how close-mouthed he was, and how soft spoken. How he took his mother to church, and how he marked scripture passages, especially the prophecies.

“He was a quiet one, that guy,” a man told a crowd in front of the tavern. “He was all the time figuring to do this thing. You gotta watch them quiet ones.”

But all day River Road and the side streets talked of nothing else. The shock was great. Men and women kept saying: “We can’t understand it. Just don’t get it.”

Camden Courier-Post - December 18,1957

Anthony Marino - Earl Wright - Camden Brewery
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Robert Adams - Arthur Carstarphen - Henry Foreman
William Mattocks - John Oglesby 

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