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Genealogy of Bonnie and Clyde

The following newspaper articles are clippings extracted from The Dallas Dispatch.

Deputy Sheriffs
Story Held from Wednesday Night's Extra.

     The two Dallas Sheriffs who, with four other officers killed Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker near Gibsland, La., Wednesday, told their story to a staff man of the Dallas Dispatch.  It is carried herewith in their own words.

     We had been on the trail of Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker for weeks before we actually came upon the hot lead which ended in the death of the pair Wednesday.  It was more than a month ago that Sheriff Schmid assigned us, with Frank Hamer and N. T. Galt, to "get Clyde and Bonnie."  We were told to spare no expense and to take the time necessary.  "Smoot" wanted only one result - the death or capture of Barrow and his girl.
     We were out more than a month and the trail led us thru four states.  We had leads in Arkansas, Mississippi, Louisiana and Texas.  Ordered to get Barrow and the Parker woman, we lived almost as they did for those long weeks.  We slept and ate and lived in a car.  We spent night after night waiting for them to appear.  We had tip after tip and followed this bit of information and that.  Time after time we thought we had them, but they always managed to slip away.
     Most of the time we were following a pretty well defined circle of kinfolk and hideouts.
     We figured that if we sat on one spot on that route long enough, Barrow and Bonnie would finally come by, and they did.
     Naturally, we picked the Louisiana vicinity because we felt Clyde would be most likely to be there.  Henry Methvin's father had a farm down there, and we knew that Methvin would lead Clyde to his home.  But we weren't sitting on one spot all the time.  We've traveled thousands of miles on the route we knew Clyde was taking.  We watched many nights, just like we did yesterday, on the roads between Shreveport and Texarkana, and between Texarkana and Fort Smith, and other places.
We couldn't count the number of times we sat up all night watching a spot in the road, thinking they would come along.  Whenever we thought we were actually "hot," we enlisted the aid of local officers and got all the reinforcements we could.
     We had waited at this spot on the graveled road near Gibsland for two days and nights.  We hadn't slept.  We hadn't eaten much.  We were too anxious to eat and our nerves wouldn't let us sleep, even had we dared.  We hadn't shaved for days, and we looked like four wild men.  As usual, we called in aid.  We wanted all the men we could get, and Sheriff Jordan and Deputy Oakley were right with us.
Death Car Is Sighted.
     It was about 9 a. m., when we finally sighted the car.  It was a gray V-8 coach, and that was the car we were looking for.  We had been waiting at the top of a steep hill, and the car had to slow down as it neared the top.  There wasn't any time to think.  We didn't have a minute to wonder if we were coming out alive.  The name Clyde Barrow and all the terror and danger it involved didn't mean a thing.  There were two people in that car and they probably were Clyde and Bonnie.  And that car was getting nearer.
     The land there is swampy and the forest on each side of the road was so dense you couldn't see anyone 15 feet from the highway.  The ground was soft and the country is wild - full of alligators and snakes and bugs and mosquitos.
     That car kept coming.  It was near enough now that we could distinguish the people in the car.  They looked like Clyde and Bonnie.  They were Clyde and Bonnie.
All Yelled "Halt!"
     There must have been a signal given, but "who it came from is another thing.  We just all acted together, stepped out into the road and raised our guns.  We all yelled "Halt!" at once.
     They didn't halt.  The car was going slowly and Clyde let go of the wheel.  We could see him grab at a gun in his lap.  Bonnie was going for something on the other side.
     Then all hell broke loose.  There were six men shooting at once.  Machine guns?  No, thank God.  We had shotguns and Browning automatics.  We had tried machine guns once before (referring to the time Barrow escaped from a trap at Sowers, near Dallas).
     You couldn't hear any one shot.  It was just a roar, a continuous roar, and it kept up for several minutes.  We emptied our guns, reloaded and kept shooting.  No chances with Clyde and Bonnie.
     As we jumped into sight, I could see Clyde reaching as if to get his gun.  But he never had a chance to fire a shot.  Neither did Bonnie, tho we learned a few minutes later that they both were carrying rifles across their laps.
     Each of us six officers had a shotgun and an automatic rifle and pistols.
     We opened fire with the automatic rifles.  They were emptied before the car got even with us.  Then we used shotguns.
     Ted's was the shotgun given him by Toy Woolley after his trial in Dallas for the death of his wife.  It was the gun Wooleley was cleaning when the thing went off and killed the girl.  Ted had the barrel sawed off.
Empty Pistols Then.
     After shooting the shotguns, we emptied the pistols at the car, which had passed us and ran into a ditch about 50 yards on down the road.  It almost turned over.  We kept shooting at the car even after it stopped.  We weren't taking any chances.
     There was smoke coming from the car, and it looked like it was on fire.  I guess this was caused when one of the shotguns Clyde or Bonnie had across their laps went off.  They did not have time to raise their guns, but the tightening of their muscles as they were filled with lead might have pressed the trigger.  The blast at close range almost tore out the ?? of the door.
     We all ran up to the car.  Ted opened the door on Bonnie's side and she almost fell out.
40 Bullet Holes
     She was sitting with her head down between her knees, bent over the gun that was in her lap.  Her right hand had been shot away.  She was also shot in the mouth, and I learned later that there were about 40 other bullet holes in her.
     The door on Clyde's side would not open.  His head was hanging out the window.  He too had a shotgun across his lap and a pistol in his hand.  The back of his head was shot off.
     Bob knew right away that we had at last got the right ones.  He knew Clyde when the punk was stealing automobiles.  He also knew Bonnie, who used to be a waitress near the courthouse.  You can imagine how we felt.  Our first thought was to tell the boss, Sheriff Smoot Schmid so we got to the nearest town as quickly as we could and telephoned.
     "Did you sleep good last night?" Ted asked Smoot.  "No, I didn't." he answered.  "Well, you can go on home and sleep now." Ted told him.  "We just killed em both."  Smoot dropped the phone.  Oakley meanwhile went back to Arcadia for the coroner.  In the back of the car we found three machine rifles, two automatic shotguns, 10 automatic pistols and 1500 rounds of ammunition.  There were a couple of magazines, a detective and a love story.  In the seat beside Clyde and Bonnie was a bacon and lettuce sandwich.
     Before we got back to the car, however, people just sprang up from everywhere.
     Without removing the bodies, we hitched the car onto the back of a truck and towed it into Arcadia, where the bodies were taken to the undertakers.  That little town was filled with cars and people.
Tell Story
     From then on until we came to Shreveport late last night we had no rest or peace.  We had to tell the story a thousand times and pose for a hundred photographers.  But that's nothing to the explaining Ted will have to do to his wife.
     He hasn't seen her for a month and 10 days.
Sheriffs who investigated and show down Bonnie and Clyde
(Left to right) Top row: Ted Hinton, P.M. Oakley, and B. M. Gault.
bottom row: Bob Alcorn, Henderson Jordan, and Frank Hamer.
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