|Hoda Epstein Wilson, ca 1866-1930|
She must have been one formidable woman. For some reason, I do not associate tenement life with cream puffs, literally or figuratively. But, one does not live on bread alone. Frank Carrigan definitely got more than he'd bargain for.
Intruder Leaps Eight Foot Gap on Housetops Fleeing From Woman
When Mrs. Hoda Wilson, who lives on the third floor of the apartment house at 10 West 116th street, put on her hat and coat late yesterday afternoon and went to the corner delicatessen store she forgot to lock her apartment door.
A few minutes later Solomon Wilson, her husband, came home and found both doors leading to the apartment locked. He returned to the sidewalk just as Mrs. Wilson was coming in with a bag of cream puffs.
“That’s strange!” exclaimed Mrs. Wilson and they rushed up stairs to investigate. As Mr. Wilson began kicking on the kitchen door it suddenly flew open and a young man rushed out.
“Thief!” cried Mrs. Wilson as she struck the young man squarely across the face with the bag of cream puffs. The intruder swallowed hard a few times, then began to descend the stairs four at a time. He came out in a court back of the building, grabbed a fire escape ladder and climbed to the roof of 8 West 116th street, while Mr. and Mrs. Wilson startled the neighbors by shouting “Stop thief!”
From the roof of No. 8 the young man made an eight foot leap to the roof of the adjoining building at No. 6. There he was trapped for he could not climb back and could not go on to the next building, there being none.
It was at this juncture that the desk sergeant at the Lenox avenue police station heard over the telephone that a burglar has been trapped on a roof in his precinct. Detectives Barnett and Curtayne were dispatched to the scene and captured the young man while he was still licking cream puffs off his chops.
At the station he said he was Frank Carrigan, 20 years old, of 247 West 144th street, and then the police discovered that he was wanted in Rochester, N.Y. on a charge of having robbed his uncle, Joseph Carrigan, 228 Fremont street, that city, of $150 in cash and some diamonds. Carrigan was locked up on a charge of burglary.
Later he confessed that he had robbed a house somewhere in West 146th street a week ago. He couldn’t remember the exact address, but guessed he could point the house out. When the money from that last robbery had gone he planned yesterday’s unfortunate burglary. #