It was Monday February 28th, 1927- not too long past noon.
Ernest Frederick, 42, had gone into the post office at the corner of Market and Pine to mail a letter.
As he started to leave, Walter I. Holcomb, 55, entered the building.
Ernest supposedly greeted him with a “Hello Walter” before drawing two revolvers and firing.
Walter started to run after being hit by the first shot but fell on his front. Ernest stood over the body and fired the remaining of the 10 rounds into his head (later articles said 8: three in the chest, five in the head). Continue reading “The Killing of Walter I. Holcomb”