Category: Attempted Murder!

A Reconciliation in Death Only.

Posted by – November 19, 2015

December 1887

A Reconciliation in Death Only.

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CLEVELAND, O., Dec. 14.—This morning at eleven o’clock August Debdke, a former Clevelander and harnessmaker by trade, arrived here from the east. His wife, Henrietta, lives on Holton street, and thither Debdke repaired. He is an old man, and his wife is gray and fleshy. Nine months ago he deserted her, and his return to-day was to bring about reconciliation. The wife refused to listen to him, and leaving the house, she started toward the barn. Debdke followed, overtook the fleeing woman and grasping her by the throat, began to beat her over the head with a small hammer. She sank to the earth dead, as Debdke thought. He then drew a razor from his pocket and after cutting his throat from ear to ear, slashed the arteries in his wrists and died. The woman may recover. 

From the Collection of The Comtesse DeSpair

Shot At By A Woman

Posted by – November 18, 2013

Steele Scrapbook – 1885?





But Her Aim Was Bad and the Bullets Flew Wide of the Mark—Then Jim Seized the Woman, Bundled Her Off in a Hack to Broad-street Station and Sent Her Home to Brooklyn—Certain Letters From Another Woman Found in Jim’s Pocket are Said to Have Caused the Unpleasantness.

Two pistol shots in quick succession rang out shortly after eight o’clock last night on Sansom street, above Eight, and a few seconds later a hack that had been standing at the stage entrance of the Central Theatre drove rapidly away. Jim Daly, the pugilist, had been shot at twice by a tall woman veiled and wearing a sealskin coat.

Daly was on his way to the theatre to box his round as usual with Jim Corbett, with whose combination he is connected. As he reached the door leading to the stage the woman jumped from the carriage and succeeded in discharging her weapon-a thirty-two calibre revolver-twice at Daly before he caught her arm and twisted it from her grasp.

Neither of the bullets took effect.

A number of men attracted by the noise of the reports ran to the scene of the shooting, and were in time to see Daly say something to the woman as he hurried her into the hack, and then say a word to the driver. The hack rapidly disappeared up Sansom street, and Daly slipped into the passageway. He was pale and somewhat excited when he reached his dressing-room and told Jim Corbett of the shooting. Daly, when questioned, denied at first that there had been any trouble, but finally acknowledged that the woman had shot at him, but said that it was of no importance.

Her name, he said, is Sadie Kenna, and she belongs to a highly respectable family of Brooklyn. She saw him spar at the People’s Theatre in New York, and wrote for his photograph, which he sent. She had since followed him about, and came to this city to see him. Several of the attaches of the Central say that a hansomely [sic] dressed woman came to the front entrance early in the evening and said she must see Daly, and when told that he had not yet arrived drove away id [sic] a hack. Daly admitted that he had corresponded with the woman, but said that her act was an entire surprise to him.

A friend of the pugilist’s, who would not give his name through awe of Daly’s fists, said last night that there was more in the shooting than Daly stated, and that the cause of the trouble was a letter which the Brooklyn girl found in Daly’s overcoat pocket. This letter was from another woman, and from its tenor Miss Kenna was led to believe that she was not alone in the possession of the stalwart James’ affections.

The revolver was picked up shortly after the shooting by a boy and taken to Daly, who, however, denied all knowledge of it. When asked where the woman drove to, the pugilist replied: “To the Broad-street station to take a train, and that’s all I have to say.”

Perhaps that’s enough.


Stolen During Cover Of Darkness From The House Of Alf

She Shot A Burglar

Posted by – November 18, 2013

Steele Scrapbook – January 26, 1886



He Escaped, but Was Afterwards Found Suffering from Two Wounds.

OMAHA, Neb., Jan. 26.—”Don’t move and you will not be hurt,” was the warning a burglar gave Mrs. P. F. Murphy late last night. Mrs. Murphy, who is the widow of Mayor Murphy, lives at 2623 Dodge street, and owns considerable property. She had been awakened, and starting up in bed, saw the man standing at the foot of her bed. Mrs. Murphy did not faint or scream. Instead she resolutely reached under her pillow and, grasping a revolver, levelled it at the burglar and began firing. He had not expected resistance, and Mrs. Murphy’s true aim found him.

“My God!” he cried, and staggered toward the open window, through which he had entered, and leaped out, while Mrs. Murphy kept up her firing.

By this time the household was aroused and search made about the yard for the burglar. He had escaped from the premises, but upon the window-sill were clots of blood, and in the yard traces of blood were also found. The trail was lost when the street was reached. Afterward the burglar was found in a cheap hotel suffering from two wounds, one bullet having penetrated his left lung.


Stolen During Cover Of Darkness From The House Of Alf

The Shooting Of Laura Warwick

Posted by – November 18, 2013

1892 Morbid Scrapbook



ATLANTIC CITY, N. J., Jan. 14.—Miss Laura Warwick, the young lady who was shot in the eye by her mother on Thursday afternoon last, is greatly improved to-night and it is thought that her eye will be saved. It has just transpired that the woman bought the pistol for the purpose of shooting the girl, and that she was sane at the time she did the shooting. The police authorities as yet have taken no action in the matter.


From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
The 1892 Morbid Scrapbook

Lizzie Had A Pistol

Posted by – November 18, 2013

1892 Morbid Scrapbook



And George Robinson Found Out That She Knew How to Use It.

A party, the participants of which were colored, was given on Lawrence street, above Girard avenue, on Monday night, and did not break up until an early hour yesterday morning. Among those who were in attendance were George Robinson, of 1328 Hancock street, and his sister-in-law, Lizzie Robinson, of 1714 Fitler street. George and Lizzie were going home together when, it is alleged by Lizzie, her escort asked her to accompany him to a house of questionable character. She refused, and when George attempted to force her she drew a revolver and shot him just below the left eye. The bullet passed out back of the ear. Robinson went to the Episcopal Hospital and had the wound attended to. The ball had penetrated no vital part, and he was discharged. The police, hearing of the affair, arrested the woman, and yesterday Magistrate Gillespie held her in $800 for court.



This apparently occurred in Philadelphia, like many of the articles from the Morbid Scrapbooks. Whenever actual addresses are mentioned in these old articles, I always want to track them down and photograph them as they currently exist. If anyone is from the Philadelphia area, and wishes to help me out in that endeavor, please contact me.

From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
The 1892 Morbid Scrapbook