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“Hold-up et fructueuse chasse à l’homme dans l’est,”

Le Petit journal
, August 22, 1948. Page 03.

Un bandit de 23 ans a causé tout un émoi, vendredi matin, dans la paisible paroisse de Notre-Dame-des-Victoires, à l’extrême est de Montréal. Cerné par des policiers, il a vite du rendre l’argent volé, une somme d’environ $17,000, et reprendre le chemin de la prison qu’il n’avait quittée que le mois dernier. Les photos ci-haut retracent ce drame. A l’extrème gauches, les constables Edouard Leriche, Thibeault et St-Aubin encadrent le prévenu, qui a dit se nommer Bob Robert, mais dont le nom véritable seriat Marcel Davidson. La photo suivante montre le sergent X. Vailliancourt, de la Circulation, et l’agent Charbonneau, de Radio-Police, tenant la serviette aux $17,000. A noter que M. Vaillancourt n’était nullement de service, au moment du drame. Par dévouement, il a littéralement sauté dans son pantalon, pour donner le chasée au bandit, sur sa motorcyclette, et c’est à lui que revient surtout l’honneur de la capture. M. Vailliancourt  n’avait ni bretelles ni ceinture, et c’est un copain policier qui le voyant en train de perdre son patalon lui a prêté une ceinture. La photo suivante montre le local de la banque où

le bandit s’est emparé des $17,000, à l’angle des rues Boyce et Monsabré. Deux policiers ont vu le bandit démarrant dans une auto Ford, portant une licence ontarienne. C’est alors que la chasse commença, conduite par le motocycliste Vaillancourt, pour se terminer dans un cul-de-sac, d’où

le bandit se sauve à travers champs pour être bientôt cerné. A l’extrème droite, Mme. Henri Desrosiers, et son jeune fils, habitant le logis situé au-dessus de la banque,

le malandrin a tiré deux coups de revolver pour mieux effrayer les commis de banqus. L’un des projecticles a percé le plafond de la banque et le plancher du logis de Mme Desrosiers, passant à quelques pouces du sofa (cercie noir)

elle se reposait avec son enfant. 

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“Snow, Escaping From Police, Rode Back Into Their Arms,” Toronto Star. December 20, 1912. Page 25.

Broke Away at Court Street Station, Fled Through Cathedral Grounds, Then to the Esplanade, Spent Night Out, Secured Clothing, and Returned to His Home.

YOUTHFUL JAIL-BREAKER IN TROUBLE AGAIN

Eleven hours of freedom, the most of it in the dark, was the extent of Robert Snow’s liberty. After Snow’s escape at the doors of the Court street police station last night, one of the first thing the authorities did for his capture was to guard his father’s house at 429 Margueretta street, and one of the first things Snow did this morning was to return home. Now the police are saying that while the man was fast enough last night, he was equally stupid this morning.

Shortly after nine o’clock, while Constable Carter, in plain clothes, guarded the front doorway, and Officer Todd the rear, Snow rode up on a bicycle. When he took French leave from the police, he was coatless, but upon arriving home, the young man had provided himself with an old and tattered coat.

Ran Again and Fought.
Snow got as far as the yard before he saw the police waiting, but he didn’t submit quietly. He made his second run for liberty, trying the fence-jumping scheme which worked so well the night before. However, Constable Carter caught him by the tail of the coat and tore it from him as he dropped into the next yard. Four fences away Carter caught him again, and this time Snow put up a fight. The officer and the man were struggling upon the ground when Constable Todd caught up just in time for Snow to bite him upon the hand.

‘He fought, kicked, and bit all the way to the station,’ added Carter, who also was nipped upon the fingers.

Snow is a powerful youth, six feet in height, and just over twenty years of age. In court three charges were laid: escaping custody, the theft of a bicycle from some person unknown, and the shopbreaking case, originally pressed by Detective Mitchell, the complainant being A. M. Gobel, of 1741 Dundas street.

The plea was not guilty in each case, followed by a remand till the 27th without bail.

How He Escaped.
Having at different times in his career viewed the inside of police cells, the jail, and the Central Prison. Robert Snow, alias the Reindeer, balked last night at ten o’clock in front of Court Street Station, while he was in charge of Constable Snape, and balked so successfully that the police and detective departments are now looking for a coatless, vestless fugitive.

Snow is one of the six convicts who four years ago dug their way out of the jail, and last night he was placed under arrest by Detective Mitchell on a charge of shopbreaking. Mitchell saw him early in the evening on a Bloor street car wearing fashionable clothing. This fact was enough to cause Snow’s arrest, and he was sent to Court Street Station later when the detective believe the fur-lined overcoat and the suit he was wearing corresponded to articles stolen from Abraham M. Gabel’s store at 1741 Dundas street on Monday night. Snow seemed angered when the detectives stripped the overcoat, the coat, and the vest from his back, but he went quietly in the patrol wagon. However, just at the station doorway, his fear of the place overcame him.

Long, Swift Chase.
As the constable’s arm was reached out to unlatch the door, Snow gave a violent wrench, twisted under the officer’s arm, and was again a fugitive. He ran along Court street, leaped stone coping into St. James’ Cathedral yard, with Constable Snape close at his heels. The constable took the same leap over the stone wall, but unfortunately the tail of his heavy surcoat caught in one of the spiked balls, and the race was lost. Snape fell forward upon the frozen ground, and by the time he recovered Snow was just making his second leap into King street, and was last seen running down West Market towards the Esplanda.

Snow, though still young, in addition to being one of the Rose, Lee, Churchill, etc., group, made his first escape from the jail seven years ago. Prior to that he broke away from Mimico Industrial School. He has a brother, William, who showed his regard for the Central Prison by leaving it two [sic four] years ago in the same manner.

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“Five Bullets Fail To Halt Fugitive,” Montreal Star, November 11, 1932. Page 03.

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