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John Dillinger, Before He Was Public Enemy Number One

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Infant John Dillinger

Infant John Dillinger

John as a Young Child

John Herbert Dillinger was born in Oak Hill on June 22, 1903, an Indianapolis suburb. Three years later, his birth mother, Mollie, suffered a stroke, and died after an operation.

John’s father, John Wilson Dillinger, was a hard-working grocer, who punished young Johnnie for the slightest indiscretion, yet he was indulgent. Little John had the first new bike in the neighborhood, always had enough money to treat his friends to candy, and spent the most on fireworks.

Audrey and John Dillinger

Audrey and John Dillinger

Audrey Dillinger

John’s sister, Audrey, thirteen years his senior, first took the place of his mother, but she married within a year, and moved from the house on Cooper Street. Mr. Dillinger spent the next few years at the grocery store, sometimes locking his son in the house, sometimes letting him roam the neighborhood, quite a world of extremism.

Dillinger Home in Indianapolis

Dillinger Home in Indianapolis

Dillinger's Boyhood

His best friend, Fred Brewer, was just as lonely as John. They could often be seen strolling down the street together. Fred’s father was a whiskey salesman, who came home on Saturday nights drunk. Once the two cronies piled rocks on the roof of the front porch and as Mr. Brewer staggered up the front steps, dumped them on his head.

John’s battle with his father was a lot subtler. When he was old enough to wait on customers, he sometimes gave the neighborhood children overgenerous amounts of candy. One day, his father witnessed him give a pretty girl an extra pack of Kiss Me Chewing Gum. Father grabbed the gum away from the girl, then knocked his son down. They boy just looked up at his father and wiped the blood from his mouth.

The Dirty Dozen

When John was nine, his father married again. Her name was Elizabeth Fields, a country woman in her late 20’s. Young John always considered his stepmother a stranger. He grew increasingly resentful to see his father give this woman the affection that he never got.

Not long after this marriage, he became the leader of a neighborhood gang, The Dirty Dozen. By the time he was in the sixth grade, he was leading the more adventurous on raids against the Pennsylvania Railroad. They were stealing large amounts of coal from the gondolas on the belt line, and selling it to the neighbors. One day a few women asked if they could get a better price if they hauled it from the tracks, and he agreed. Fred Brewer spotted a railroad detective, the boys fled, and the women were caught, but that night the boys were rousted from bed by the police. Everyone was frightened at court, except Dillinger. He stared at the judge with arms folded, his cap slouched over one eye, chewing gum.

The Baby Brother and the Trouble That Spawned

Around this time, was when his brother, Hubert, was born. When Mr. Dillinger gave attention to the baby, it brought back bad blood again. Fred’s parents were now divorced, and his mother remarried a man named Whiteside. They both felt like outcasts. One of their favorite hangouts was Drinkard’s Veneer Mill, next to Dillinger’s store. When the mill closed, the cronies would often sneak in and operate the saw. One afternoon, they tied another boy on the carrier, and Dillinger threw the switch to the saw. Only when he was about a yard away from the spinning blade did Dillinger stop the carrier.

Lecturing never helped with Johnnie, and vindictive punishment only made him worse. He once commandeered a switch engine and ran it into a line of coal cars, then stole three cases of whiskey from a boxcar, and showed up at school drunk. He also developed an interest in sex. He and some other boys grabbed a girl that showed up near the railroad tracks during the summer of his thirteenth year. She only put up a token protest, and they took her into an abandoned house. Each of them took turns with her.

Mooresville Dillinger Farm

Mooresville Dillinger Farm

Dillinger's Work History and His Father's Retirement from Work

At sixteen, John quit school and got a job at Drinkard’s Mill. Everyone was amazed with his mechanical aptitude, never realizing that he had been operating the saw for years. Then he worked at Reliance Specialty Company, a machine shop. His manual dexterity was remarkable, but his father never praised him.

Mr. Dillinger retired, sold the store and four houses, and moved his family to Mooresville, the country, his second wife’s hometown. Johnnie became popular with the boys at the Mooresvlle Christian Church, and drove them around in his father’s Apperson Jack Rabbit. He entered the Mooresville High School against his will during the fall. He didn’t study and received poor marks, yet his father was too busy to discuss the matter with the school officials. However, he was furious when John quit school before Christmas.

Young John went back to work at the Reliance Specialty Company in Indianapolis, commuting by motorcycle. Delbert Hobson became his new best friend, even though two years younger. John developed an interest in Wild West stories, namely the tales of Jesse James. He was obsessed with his courage, but also by his kindness to women and children.

Beryl and John Dillinger at 17

Beryl and John Dillinger at 17

Wilder and Wilder...

It was obvious that this move to the country had no effect on Johnnie, it only made him wilder. He would stay out late, sometimes the entire night, then refuse to tell where he had been. He had actually been in Martinsville, hanging around Gebhardt's Pool Hall, played baseball, and tried to find dates.

John actually fell in love with his uncle’s stepdaughter, Frances Thornton. He asked her to marry him, but his uncle thought they were too young, and persuaded her to refuse him.

Eventually, he was found roaming the streets of Indianapolis in July of 1923. A police officer grabbed the youngster’s coat collar and escorted him to a callbox, where Dillinger simply ducked down, leaving the officer holding an empty coat. The following morning, he enlisted in the U.S. Navy, then soon went AWOL for nearly a day. He was tossed in the brig for ten days, his first imprisonment. He simply walked off a month later, when his ship, The Utah, docked at Boston.

Dillinger married a 16-year-old girl, Beryl Ethel Hovius, then he brought her home to his father. Within a few weeks, he and his cronies were arrested for stealing forty-one chickens from Homer Zook of Lawrence Township. The day after the trial, Mr. Dillinger tried to get Mr. Zook to get Johnnie a suspended sentence, but Zook refused. Mr. Dillinger finally managed to get the case dismissed. A short time later, the couple moved in with Beryl’s parent’s, as young John was unable to get along with his father.

Keep Your Police Scanner Tuned to this Channel

Dillinger's wild youth ended, but that didn't stop him in his plans to continue in the same vein as an adult. Wait for the next part in this series to learn more about the life of the future Public Enemy Number One.

Comments

Luis G Asuncion from City of San Jose Del Monte, Bulacan, Philippines on November 26, 2019:

Cool. I am a number one enemy also. I was a librarian's enemy number one when I was a Grade school student. But right now, I am a Librarian by profession.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 08, 2015:

Thanks, Walt. For sure, this kind of material is still re-enacted today as an adventure, but yet, it still has meaning: the common man against the establishment.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on December 30, 2014:

Jaundalynn, I only hope I can live up to a small percentage of that...

Jaundalynn on December 27, 2014:

The genius store caldle, they're running out of you.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on March 26, 2013:

Thanks for stopping by, KoffeeKlatch Gals. Gangsters were generally an interesting part of the Depression's aftermath. They were never long lived, as the media hype about 'invincibility' seemed to win them over!

Susan Hazelton from Sunny Florida on March 26, 2013:

It's fascinating looking into the young life of a famous ganster. I look forward to reading more.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 24, 2013:

Thanks, torrilynn! It was a fun piece to do, as well as entertaining, in some respects.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 24, 2013:

Hey, Alicia! I think you'll enjoy this one, too.

torrilynn on February 23, 2013:

@aviannovice, i never knew much about John Dillinger due to my age and environment however since you provided such great information, i was able to learn quite a lot. your a really good writer and storyteller. voted up and sharing.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on February 23, 2013:

This looks like the start of another great series! I'm looking forward to following it.

Jill Spencer from United States on February 23, 2013:

Your storytelling style is very entertaining. Glad you're doing another series. I have some catching up to do!

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 18, 2013:

So true, Walt. Sometimes they grow out of it, sometimes they don't, but I guess that everyone needs someone to look up to.

Walt Kienia from Hartford, Connecticut on February 17, 2013:

Good read; it is easy to understand how young men are captivated by the adventure and rowdy independent thinking of men like this - such as Dillinger's friend who was captivated by Jesse James.

It is not only a historical phenomena; it happens today as well.

Of course, this captivation is often turned into a self-fulfilling reality, with tragic results.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 16, 2013:

Hey, Mel! These characters are certainly pretty entertaining, even with the goofy things that they do!

Nell Rose from England on February 16, 2013:

I love reading about all these old criminals, I look forward to reading the last part of Dillingers story, nell

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 16, 2013:

Thanks, M. Glad to hear that you like what you have read thus far.

Life Under Construction from Neverland on February 14, 2013:

Deb, you really took the readers from the first word to the last. I will be tuning in to the next hub.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 14, 2013:

Hey, Peg! The funny thing is, all these characters are fascinating, and they do the stupidest things.

Peg Cole from Northeast of Dallas, Texas on February 14, 2013:

Fascinating story, Deb. I couldn't read it fast enough. Looking forward to learning more about this notorious criminal.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 13, 2013:

Hey, Nettlemere. He was another crime lord from the '30's. A number of these people thought that it was time to get back at the government during this era.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 13, 2013:

I thought that it would be fun to concentrate on the criminals of the '30's for a while, Jim. Thanks for your support.

Nettlemere from Burnley, Lancashire, UK on February 13, 2013:

It certainly sounds like a classic 'bad upbringing' and he's not someone I've come across before - had to google to see what he eventually got up to, so I've got lots to learn from this one.

Jim Higgins from Eugene, Oregon on February 13, 2013:

Another good historical crime series Deb! This should be interesting, since I know little about Dillinger.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 13, 2013:

I see that you can relate to some of this. It is never good times to be involved in these activities. The money may be good, but you always have to look over your shoulder and are never truly free.

Martin Kloess from San Francisco on February 13, 2013:

This awoke a memory of my friend Pat. To me he always remained my good friend from school. Pat eventually made his living moving drugs. He was killed in an exchange with the police.

Deb Hirt (author) from Stillwater, OK on February 12, 2013:

Well, Billy, you know that I'm sure going to try, but let's face it, Dillinger is Dillinger!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on February 12, 2013:

Looking forward to more, Deb! If this is as good as the Bonnie and Clyde series then I'm ready and waiting.