CRIME: Punks

They were nothing but punks—callow, sullen, foul-mouthed youths. Tuberculous, bespectacled Johnny West was 22; he had a thin, bony body, a big nose, a girl's mouth, and a mind as weak and erratic as a bat's. Stocky, thick-lipped Robert Daniels was 24; there was a look of dull, animal vigor about him and he loved flashy clothes. But he had a psychopathic impulsiveness, an inability to consider consequences.

They met in Ohio's gloomy, overcrowded Mansfield Reformatory. After they were paroled, they joined forces, accumulated an arsenal and stole a 1947 Pontiac.

One night early this month they walked drunkenly into a Columbus...

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