Prisoner on Roger Touhy’s cell block in 1942

George Barker

28

Eddie Wagner

38

Walter Fetter

30

Sylvester Wolosek

30

George A Owens

26

James Hrabek

34

Merle Lowman

27

Ben F Herr

29

Irwin Fischer

29

Arthur Rigney

55

Harry Serevino

28

Peter Pickels

27

Joe Piano

28

Ong Ha King

32

Maurice Meyer

32

Frank Bialek

27

Joe Cioni

29

Nick Konemogloos

38

John L Minzer

27

John Milasic

47

Ivan Grilec

47

George Williams

30

Leo Minecci

32

James Kuratko

37

Joe Fess

33

Oliver Dodge

49

Arvid Boyer

26

John H Booney

42

Henry P Berry

50

Angelo Masso

29

Joseph Gillofo

74

Russell McAtee

49

Kenneth Rucker

35

William Madden

31

Carl Grundhoefer

26

Peter Pace

27

Joseph Lorio

33

Miko Martino

51

Joseph Wojtczak

45

James W Kolasinski

37

Arthur Barty

35

John Majozek

31

Frank A McFadden

36

John Marquez

30

Gale E Swolley

36

Charles McHenna

40

James Chapman

31

Frank Keglovitz

31

Lawrence Fog

38

Edward Dreissen

46

James Paulmbo

34

John Terracino

32

John Piotrowski

30

Charles Vizina

49

Andrew Zagata

25

Conrad Fuosz

27

Leon Tuttle

33

  Carl Drako

31

James Bureca

46

 Roman Piskorz

30

Morris Reich

51

Luccia LeNegro

58

William Paris

47

Amedo Ugolini

 50

  

William Humphrey

 42

Arnol Walker

47

James Patton

40

Charles White

50

Craven A Thomas

37

Christ Tsakonis

51

Rudolph Pisani

35

Tom Killiam

30

John Virostka

38

Ted Scudieri

30

Edward Clausen

35

Harry Siegal

50

William Bailey

30

James O'Brien

33

Harry Glasscock

74

Vincent Morah

40

Richard Moore

49

Osman P Hughes

62

George Gross

40

Michael Cozzi

48

Lawrence Cozzi

30

Howard Crainich

39

Sam Bruno

39

Peter Simkus

25

Elmer Krueger

27

George Raves

35

Matthew Breen

38

Salvadore Marfisa

65

Mario DeSteffano

25

Frank Cobetto

51

Theodore Frade

30

Louis Lutz

35

Sam Miner

58

Jerry Reporto

28

Alexander C Goralski

28

The Palmer House

"My old landlady had me in her living room on Christmas Eve to look at her tree. It was scrawny, with the lights flickering on and off, and she was sniffling about her son in prison. I got out of there.
Almost everybody knows the gag about "lonely as a whorehouse on Christmas Eve." Well, I lived it—in a side street saloon, that is, listening to the Christmas carols on the radio and drinking beer for beer with a white-haired bartender.
The next day I went to the Empire Room in the Palmer House, got a table in a corner and ate a big dinner.
I was halfway through the meal before I began to realize that the turkey didn't taste much better than it had at Stateville. Freedom was beginning to pall on me, I guess. When I got home that evening, there was a holiday-wrapped package on my bureau. It was a necktie, a gift from the landlady. I had put a box of candy under her scrawny tree, and now she was paying off." Roger Touhy, The Stolen years

The Blackstone

"But the really important thing that happened to me—back then in 1915—was that a dark-haired Irish girl went to work for Western Union in the company's branch office in Chicago's finest hotel, the Blackstone.
She was sixteen, and fresh out of telegraph school. From the main office, I sent the Blackstone's messages to her and received the ones she transmitted. She sent better than she copied, but she wasn't so good at either. I tried to help her.
Since she worked from four P.M. to midnight, I could drop in and see her evenings after my day shift ended. The first time I called only to help her with telegraphy. After that I courted her by the Western Union's wires between the main office and the Blackstone. And in person, too. I'd take her home now and then when she finished work at midnight, but she always had a chaperon. Another pretty girl, Emily Ivins, was night telephone operator at the hotel and she made certain that everything was proper on those late-at-night-ride-home dates.
Miss Ivins, incidentally, was to be an important witness in trying, many years later, to keep me out of prison on the Jake the Barber hoax. She was to tell the truth, but it wasn't good enough against the screen of lies behind which Factor and his friends stood grinning." Roger Touhy, The Stolen Years