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a em uented display of fireworks rom Gangland any day. It came on May 26. Angelo Genna, out- standing of the six Genna brothers, was tha Brot tn din bit ioe Led c Angelo who had built up an “alky” business on the West Side in Little Italy, enjoyed pro- tection from the police, particularly from the police of the Maxwell Sta- tion in his district. He had once staged a great party in a loop hotel attended by State’s Attorney Rebert E. Crowe and four of his de- tectives. Other pub- lic officials had at- tended, including a judge of the superior court. Crowe made the principal address to the sleek Italian gangsters, many of whom are now dead. Sticky with wealth, and power the Gennas were a ghastly mob at the time O’Banion and his boys began to push them around, and they strengthened their ties with Capone as well as smuggling a number of their countrymen into Chicago purely for killing purposes. An- gelo had married a daughter of a prominent Italian and, foolishly enough, had established her in a beautiful apart- ment far up north on Sheridan road. Angelo was driving from this apartment westward over Ogden Avenue in his long powerful “sport” model automobile on May 26 when an automobile containing four men darted along side his machine and deposited a dozen or more slugs into his bedy, killing him instantly. Angelo was given a great funeral, greater even than O’Banion had been given. More flowers, more politicians, costlier casket. Jt may have been that the remaining Gennas wanted to impress “Little Hymie.” If so, the gesture was futile, Anthony Genna the “fiz” for the Q@enna brothers. “Little Hymie” continued his forays inte the Genna country around Taylor Street, determined to wipe out the entire mob. Illustrative of his courage and recklessness a police squad came upon him and George “Bugs” Moran one evening as they strolled nonchalantly down Taylor street. “What are you birds doin’ here?” asked one of the friendly officers; “don’t you think its pretty hot over here for you?” <A volley of oaths greeted the query. “Hell no,” declared Moran, “I wish one of these ‘wops’ would show himself. I’m nuts to blow off some grease- ball’s head.” Weil, the next Genna to die was Mike, most ferecious of them all which is saying a Tot. He departed this life on June 13, 1925, just eighteen days after Angelo became defunct. Along with the two masters of murder, Scalice and Anselmi, Mike was touring about his domain looking for “Little Hymie” and Moran who were reported in the neighborhood. Somewhere, the spot has never been marked, there was an en- counter in which, apparently, the North Side men got the worst of it. At any rate Mike and his murderers sped on at a terrific pace, thinking that they were being pursued when, as a matter of fact, Hymie and “Bugs” retired to their own Death Corner in Chicago—Milton and Oak Streets. At ‘ 1 automobile. But the .ost ferocious of ali the Gennas raced on at crazy speed, The pavements were wet and slippery for there had been a sudden downpour early that morning. As their automobile shot down Western Avenue at Forty-Seventh Street, Mike was recognized by Detective Michael J. Conway, who, with two other officers, sat in a parked automobile, They pursued the automobile, with gong sounding and horn rearing. At 59th Street, a truck turned directly into the path of the on-coming Genna automobile, now going faster than ever, and there was a terrific screeching of brakes as Mike attempted to avert a collision and death. His automobile swerved around like a top and then skidded into a concrete lamp post, com- pletely wrecking the machine. At this moment the police drew up. “What’s the big idea,” demanded Officer dison, leaping out of the automobile, “didn’t you hear our gong?” For answer there was a roar from the revolver of Scalice and Anselmi, and the top of Officer Olson’s head was blown off, and an aged mother who was deaf and four young brothers were left to mourn him. Almost before the officers could draw their revolv- ers there was a second blast and Officer Walsh died; a third blast and Officer Conway, terribly wounded, fell to the pave- ment. Sealice and Anselmi began to run down the street which by this time was filled with hor- ror-stricken people. Mike Genna fled in a different di- rection across a va- cant lot. Officer Sweeny selected the Genna to pursue, and across the lot he went, firing his re- volver every few paces. Sweeny was gaming on the sav- age mia when suddenly Mike turned in his tracks, took careful aim and pulled the trigger. Fortunately for Sweeny the cartridge did not explode, and Mike turned to resume his flight. Sweeny now stopped and took aim, and a bullet tore into Genna’s leg, severing an artery. Genna, bleeding to death, continued to run, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He jumped over a fence and rushed for the doorway of a basement into which he disappeared. In the meantime unexpected help had come in the person of Officer Rickett who had been passing on a street car and had seen the running battle. Both officers dashed into the basement, Mike lay in the darkness of a corner. More dead than alive he raised his Weapon, pointed it at the men and again pulled the trigger. There was an explosion this time but the man was dying and his aim had been unsteady and ‘the bullet went wild. Death had Mike Genna in his cold grip by the time two am- bulance attendants arrived with a stretcher to bear the wounded bootlegger off to a hospital. As they laid gentle hands on him, Mike again brought himself te conscious- Pete Genna, one of the two living Genus brothers. He isn't in Chicago however, for he was chased ont of town by “Kittle Hymie”" -Welns. preserves, possibly with a least fifteen gangsters have been put on the “spot” at ness. With a great and last wounded henchman in their this corner. effort, Mike raised his leg and [33] aA 5 *