The Atlanta Constitution from Atlanta, Georgia • 61

Sunday, February 2 1930. Page 7 'k Jul tic i hi A 4 4 SgWl A Five studies of Peter Kudzinowskt he pperel while recounting hi life of depravity and murder to Jersey City police. The murderer had remarkably shy mam poke in a soft, penitent voice. He was not the man the public had pictured. Murder and Depravity Lurked Along the Trail Of Peter Kudzinowski ERE is another story of a human wolf with a lust for the bodies children.

It follows familiar lines for the most part, but there are i 1 I ii ft-' I startling twists and turns, it oegins, as so many such stories have, in the congested lower east side of Manhattan. It ends, very properly, in the execution chamber of a state prison. The Storellis lived at 165 1st avenue. They were a typical east side family, seven children, ranging from 6 to 28 years old, and very poor. The father.

Pantola Storelli. had come to New York from Italy many years before, but had returned to his native land and became a farmer. He had made some five trips back and forth, and hoped some day to -take his wife and younger children back to Italy with him. In the meanwhile, there were many mouths to feed and lie mother had to work. Incidentally, the Storellis lived only a few blocks from the home in which Guiseppi Varotta, kidnaped and held for ransom and eventually murdered, had lived the few years of his life.

That had. been in 1921, and there had been many other mysterious disappearances in this humanity-teeming VI'-' 1 Th lot. ml i a MlaJzJmnowkm Mrs. Storelli, a large, buxom woman, tfv mnwb a Krttif vVlj-hs1r rr November 17, 1928. As she approached the tenement she encountered her two youngest children Joseph, 7, and Magdelena, 6.

They were watching some fish swimming in a tank in the window of a fish market on the ground floor of their home. She told them that supper would be ready in a little anil nnf cr fln'flO that. Besides, she had only recently received a letter from him. Then the investigators heard of the man in the brown overcoat. He had approached other children during the late afternoon.

He had been seen with Joey. Here apparently was another of these horrible affairs that periodically sends a wave of panic through a community. The people of the east side recalled the disappearance of 4-year-old Irving Pickelny. son of a Grand street shirt operator, who vanished October 26, 1923, and was found three weeks later in a Suffolk street cellar smothered to death They recalled the case of Billy Gaff ney, another 4-year-old, who disappeared from his home February 11, 1927, and was never seen again. They recalled that ghastly roof murder the Bronx in May, 1927, one of the most starkly terrible tragedies on record.

That was the case of Yetta Abramowitz, 12, who was lured to a roof on Simpson street and strangled. A neighbor on an adjoining roof heard the child screaming "Mama! Mama!" and for an instant saw the murderer and his victim outlined against a sky illuminated by searchlights from the fleet in the Hudson. But the killer escaped. One could imagine that his blood lust had been only temporarily appeased. The menace remained.

THE LONG SEARCH FOR MISSING JULIA. Recently there had been another mysterious disappearance. In the previous August, 1928, 6-year-old Julia Mlodzianowska, of Jersey City, and her family had gone on a Sunday picnic to Lake Hopatcong, and during the afternoon the child had vanished. Her parents and four brothers and sisters searched and searched but found no trace of her. There had been no trace of her since.

To return to the Storelli case-As the days passed the police, under the direction of Lieutenant Frank Kerr, of the 5th street station, and Detective Sergeant C. Rosenberg, veteran in kidnaping cases, widened their hunt. Seventy-nine solid blocks of tenements were searched. But Joey was not found. Thanksgiving day came and the family sat down to a meal paid for by a son-in-law.

They made a place at the table for Joey and put a chair there for him. It was a sad meaL We approach the first startling turn In our story. The murderer actually was found. On December 5, some three weeks after the child disappeared, a telegram was delivered to Inspector John Underwood of the Jersey City police. It was from Chief of Detectives Fox, of Detroit, and read: "Holding Peter Kudzinowski, alias Roy Lambert, alias Roy Rogers.

Admits murder of 7-year-old boy in meadow near Susquehanna bridge, between Jersey City and Secaucus, November 17, last. States he lured boy from the east side of New York city. Advise if you want him." It developed that Kudzinowski, a medium-sized, mild-mannered young man of 26, had got drunk in Detroit and been put in a cell to recuperate. He had babbled, in his befuddlement, of the thing he had done back in the east three weeks before. A terrible remorse had settled upon him; he wanted to pay for his heinous deed.

Officers couldn't quite decide whether he was (All NEWS photos) Th tat Joay Storelli raving, but he described the crime in detail, and told exactly where the body might be found in the Jersey meadows. Further dispatches from Detroit stated that the prisoner also admitted killing a fellow section hand named Harry Quinn In Scranton, in 1924. Quinn had disappeared March 7, 1924, and had not been seen since. The next morning, as soon as it was light, 60 men set out in the fog to search the marshes in the Hackensack meadows. They spread out near the spot where the prisoner's statements had placed the body about a hundred yards north of the county road, between Secaucus and Jersey City.

This region is all streams and puddles and high swamp grass. It looked quite hopeless, but at 7:40 a. m. Police Captain William Hogue came upon the body of Joey Storelli lying face down on a frozen hillock. His throat had been cut with two jabs from each ear, meeting in the middle.

His right arm had been nearly torn from its socket. His blue sweater had been pulled up to the neck and his brown overalls down to his heels. Over all lay the child's brown overcoat. There was a bag of cherry drops in one pocket. Even hardened police officers quailed at the sight.

"Well, anyway," muttered one of them, "thank God they've got the guy that did it" A few days later five Jersey City detectives brought the prisoner on from Detroit. He turned out to be a surprisingly inoffensive sort of person, quite different from what the public had imagined him to be. Their minds had become filled with pictures of an ape-like fiend with a gutteral voice, fearsome features a man from helL. But he wasn't like that at all. He had mild blue eyes, a shy manner.

When he spoke it was in a soft penitent monotone. "Why did you confess this crime?" he was asked in the Jersey City police station, to which he had been- taken. He dropped his eyes and said in a small voice, "Because if I was let alone I knew I would have to kill more children." "Tell us how it all happened." said a newspaperman. "I come from Scranton," he began In that low voice. "I used to work in the mines.

I hurt my hand when I was a youngster and never went to school after that. I killed Harry Quinn with a rock, beat him over the head with it, because he fought me and wouldn't do what I wanted him to do. I hid his body. I thought sure it would be found soon." He ran his unmanacled hand through his mop of red hair. He seemed perplexed and depressed.

"On November 17 I came over to New York. I had made up my mind what I wanted to do. I had $26. I started walking along 1st avenue, on the east side. There were many children playing in the streets.

First I met a little boy. "I asked him if he wanted to go to a picture show. He said yes. and we walked along about a block, I holding his hand, when he got scared and all at once broke away and ran home. Then I picked up a girl about 5 years old.

"She said she would come with me. I took her hand, but after we had gone along a little ways she broke away, too. I made up my mind that the next child would not get away from me. I came up to a litUe boy and said, 'Do you want to go to a picture show, sonny? He said, "Are you kidding I said I wasnt. PLOTTING WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO.

"He had been hauling a crate or box ot some kind along the sidewalk, and he dropped this and came along with me. I walked with him about a block and then took hold of his hand. I decided I would keep hold of him. "I stopped at a candy stand and bought him some cherry drops, then I took him over to 3d avenue, between 14th and 15th streets, where we went a movie. I dont remember what the show was.

I couldn't look much because I knew what I had to do, and Continued on Page Fourteen, UUC OTaXVt UWb IV feV Joey was fascinated by the fish. In a few minutes, when his sister said they must go in, he shook his head and said he didn't want to go home yet; he wanted to watch the fish. The girl finally left him and ran Into the house. THE MAN IN THE BROWN OVERCOAT. Shortly after this, as near as could be figured, a man in a brown-overcoat approached Joey and asked him if he would like to have some candy.

Joey's eyes widened. He said, shyly, that he sure would like to have some candy. The man said: "Come along, then," and took hold the child's hand. Presently Joey was munching some cherry drops in a movie theater, the stranger at his side. Mrs.

Storelli waited dinner for the youngster, but he did not appear. She screamed his name out of the window, sent the other youngsters scurrying around the neighborhood. But Joey did not turn up. And yet he called to her that night. He raised his voice In terror and agony "Mama! Mama! Mama!" But he was far away from his mother, beyond human aid.

No one heard that plaintive call save the beast who was-slaughtering him Mrs. Storelli reported the disappearance to the police. With firemen and score of volunteers the officers searched cellars and axeaways for the child. "They thought at first that the father might have returned surreptitiously from Italy and himself kidnaped Joey. There was a report to the effect that he had once attempted this, but the mother said no, he would not da.