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They towed the car to Arcadia whence two ambulances carried the bodies to Dallas. Among Bonnie Parker's effects was a poem she had written, her own threnody: Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang, I'm sure you all have read How they rob and steal, And how those who squeal, Are usually found dying or dead. . . . If they try to act like citizens And rent them a nice little flat, About the third night they are invited to fight By a submachine gun rat-tat-tat. Some day they will go down together, And they will bury them side by side. To a jew it means grief, To the law it's relief, But it is deafh to Bonnie and Clyde.* But they did not bury them side by side, because Bonnie's mother objected. Their bodies lay in separate "funeral homes" while thousands of citizens filed past and they were put away in separate cemeteries, a mile apart. Said Bonnie's husband: "I'm glad they went out like they did." Said Bonnie's aunt: "I am glad she is dead but I am sorry she had to go the way she did, without repenting, because she surely is in Hell." Said Clyde's mother: "Nobody but a mother can know how hard it is. . . ." Said the Pentecostal minister who read the burial service: "I have not had the privilege of knowing this young Barrow, but I love him."
*Not Death but Jail was the reward of Desperado John Dillinger's favorite girl, Evelyn Frechette. In St. Paul last week she was convicted of harboring the fugitive, was sentenced to two years in jail. Also jailed was Dr. Clayton May who for three days treated Dillinger's wounds, failed to report to the police.