The Dollop with Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds - 186 - John Dillinger's Penis
Episode Date: June 29, 2016Comedians Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds examine the legend of criminal John Dillinger's penis.SOURCESTOUR DATES REDBUBBLE MERCH...
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Hola! You are listening to the dollop. This is a American History podcast. Each
week I, Dave Anthony, read a story from American History to my friend.
Gareth Reynolds who on a bi-weekly basis has no idea what the topic is going to
be about. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me on this one.
Trust.
God, do you want to look who to do? I'll do one bottle. People say this is funny.
Not Gary Gareth. Dave, okay. Someone or something is tickling people. Is it for fun?
And this is not going to come to tickling podcasts. Okay. You are Queen
Fakie of made-up town. All hail Queen Shit of Liesville! A bunch of religious
virgins go to mingle and do my thing. Hi, Gary. No. Is he done, my friend? No.
Okay, so we're, there's might be a little bit of echo because we're in my
office and I expected to use a back room but someone locked the back room. Mm-hmm.
So we're in a big open space. We're basically recording in an office barn.
Yeah, we're recording in the worst possible thing you could record in. So
if you hear owls. Owls. Could be owls. Other barn stuff. I can't think of
hey. Hey. Obviously hey comes to mind. Pitchforks. I think that's hey
adjacent. Hey, Jason. Armenians. Okay. This took a turn. What? Fast. And I want you
to have the option to back away from that. Okay, I'm backing away from that.
Thank you. Backing away. But if you, if there are Armenians in a barn, they're
probably farm, farm Armenians. That's what I meant.
Farmenians. Did I not say farmenians? Did you say
farmenians? I think I said farmenians. You said Armenians. Oh no, I meant
farmenians. Hey, Gary. Gareth, we've been over and over this. We've been over and
over and over this. How many times must we go over this? We keep going over this.
You keep saying the wrong name. My name is Gareth. Not Gary. It has a few letters
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1903. 1903. John Dillinger was born in Indianapolis, Indiana. Okay. His mother
died when he was three from a stroke. Sure. Why not? It wouldn't be a dollop.
Nope. Without that sweet action. Gotta die early. John's dad was a church-going man
who would occasionally hit young John for acting out. Sure. Like God says. Yeah, God
tells you to do that. Yeah. And then just on the eighth day he was beating. And then
on the ninth day he'd give him money to go buy treats. Yeah. He felt bad. It's
exactly how God did it. Go buy yourself some nice. Sorry about your eye. Sorry about
your eye, kid. You know, I can get so out of hand. I created everything. It's like
a lot of pressure. You know what I mean? You don't know, kid. There you are. You're
like... I'm swamped. Some days I got to make a great rain. Some days I got to make
a big fire. Sometimes, yeah, it's a lot. I don't mean to come home and take it out
on you. Okay? Now here, go get yourself something nice. Wind? I'm God, okay? It's
me, God. Let the jacket wear and get. Is it weird that I'm wearing a crucifix
around my neck? Boom. It's me, God. Wait, is God Al Pacino? Whoa. Or is he a young
John Travolta? Yeah, it's kind of like I'm Andrew Dice Travolta. I'm God. Boom, baby.
Come on. It's me, God. Whoo. Guess lonely up here is so much creating to do. If you catch
God, you get three wishes. That's true. That's true. All right, you've done it. What
did you like? What were your three wishes? Candy. If you catch God, gotcha. That's your
gotcha, God. Oh, shit. All right, you get three. Okay, hurry up. First wish, there is
no God. Den and count on that one, did you, God? So Dillinger quit school at 16 because
he was bored. Okay, made it pretty far considering his life of crime began on July 21, 1923 when
he stole a sedan. Okay. He was arrested, but managed to slip away from the cops. The next
day he joined the Navy. Wow, that is, that'll teach you that's why you got to get him. You
guys like a fish. Yeah, once you have him on the line, get him in. Now he's on a boat.
He's gone. But that wasn't the right life for him. And he jumped ship after five months.
He was dishonorably discharged. Does that mean he literally jumped ship? You know what
it said, jumped ship and the thing I was reading your Navy, it would make me think that that
you jumped ship. I hope he actually did jump ship. I mean, I think it is. I think you can
call it jumping ship if you just leave the ship. Doesn't mean you have to jump off the
ship. I'm going to picture he jumped off the ship. That's okay with everybody. Go, go.
Back in Indiana, he met and married a barrel, hovious. He is that a whiskey that was in
a barrel? It's a lady. This is my wife. John, that's just a barrel with a wig on it. She's
pretty. She's got a area for me. My love. Should we get out of here, my dear? No. Come on. Okay,
I'm going to cry. Let me take your cork out. He tried to go straight and worked in an
upholstery shop. Okay. He also played baseball on a local team. Okay. Well, one day a guy
on the team told him about a local grocer who would carry his money each day after closing
up. Okay. So Dillinger tried to rob him. Obviously. There was a struggle. Okay. The gun went off.
He thought he'd killed the grocer. So he ran. But the grocer wasn't shot. And he quickly
called the cops and Dillinger was caught. Check. You want to see blood before you run? Right. Or
anything. Or a guy go, Oh, yeah, I'm dying. Look at all this blood instead of like a guy
dropping his turnips. Yeah. He is a grocer. He had so he had the book thrown on him. He got 10 to
20 years for that crime. Okay, which is for that, which is really pretty substantial that he was
in jail for a couple years. Then his wife left him. He was devastated. They got what you got a
stamp. You said till death do us part. That's what I'm talking about. This is like basically a test
of that. Right. Do you love me? I'm going to be 20 20 20. We'll see 20. In prison, he met famous
criminals and bank robbers like Harry Pierpont and Homer von Meter. We did one on Harry Pierpont. Sure.
Sure, we did. They formed a gang and set about breaking each other out of prison until they were
all free. So one guy get out and he break the other guy out, you know, that'll do right. Then they
went on a bank robbing spree fun. The Pierpont gang, as they were called, became quite well known.
Newspapers wrote about the exploits. They were described as shadowy criminals who wore dark
overcoats and hats with their brims pulled down to hide their identities. Jesus, that is not what
you want to see. No, it's terrifying. But that was kind of like that. So I mean, they almost from a
fashion standpoint started to think that's what I'm talking about. You know what I mean? That's
what this dollop is about. Oh, finally, something we can both sink our teeth into. Thank you. We're
becoming a fashion podcast. Welcome to the fall up. This is a show about fashion in the fall
through history. Right here. You can see John Dillinger. He's wearing a lovely P coat. Look,
you can see that's got two to three buttons on it. Are you doing James? There we are. And you can
see he's got the brim of his hat pulled down suggesting, boy, there's more than meets the eye
with this one, ladies. Coming up next. Dillinger read all the stories and saved all the press
clippings of their, you know, adventures. Yeah, sure. They kept what were basically business hours
while they lived in Chicago. They had girls like they'd plot their crimes during the day and then
they go out at night. All right, it's five. Five. Come on. Quit in time, boys. I'm beating traffic
tonight, guys. That's it. They'll have girlfriends and wives and they only drank during off hours.
Wow. Discipline to discipline. That's what matters when you're a robber. Yeah. In 1933,
they decided to vacation in Florida. Okay. Like bank robbers do. Sure. Yeah. But before they left,
one of the gangs shot and killed the police officer. That does put a dam damper on playing
sometimes. The Chicago police department then created an elite squad. They named the Dillinger
Squad. The gang briefly returned to Chicago and decided instead to go to Arizona because it was
getting a little too hot in the Windy City. Yeah. No Dillinger Gang in Arizona. Nope. No squad.
Gang. No, they're the gang. The squad is at the Dillinger Squad is after them. They're the
Dillinger Gang. Right. Dillinger's on the squad. Understood. Proceed. But before they left, Dillinger
had a robbery go bad and he shot and killed the police officer William Patrick O'Malley.
Oh, boy. It's weird that there's an Irish cop. Yeah. Oh, he shot me right in the stereotype. Oh,
I've been Dillinger. Oh, stereotype. I just got that. I just got it. It took me it's after I said
my thing. Your thing was better. I've been I look I've been there. I get it. People are mad right
now that I talk. No, no, no. No, that happens. That's how it works. You have a thought in your
head and you're like, this will win. And then I've done that when I was listening back to the
shit. There were many times. Yeah. Many times where you'd be leading something that would be good
and I'd be like, sorry, Dave, I've got a one liner that might go nowhere. They fled Arizona where
they were all caught pretty quickly. Okay. Different states wanted to prosecute different
gang members for different things. Dillinger was to go back to Indiana and stand trial for the
murder of O'Malley after he stood trial for his crimes in Arizona. While he was awaiting trial
in Arizona, he was placed in Crown Point Prison, which was deemed inescapable. Uh huh. He promptly
escaped at Stolt. Now they don't know what are they doing it after there's different versions
of how he escaped. Some said he paid someone off. Some said he painted a piece of wood to make make
it look like a gun. Like they're different. I like that one. That's obviously the best one. Yeah.
Stick them up. Hold on. He's got a gun. How'd you get that, Dillinger? Boy, it's a skinny one too, huh?
Real skinny minnie. It's like a pencil gun. Doesn't even have a barrel. What's your angle,
Dillinger? I can't even see bullets. That looks like that trigger doesn't move. All right, Dillinger.
Nobody's going to get hurt. Relax, Dillinger. Relax. All right. Look, look, look. I understand
you can't cock it now. Now move on, Dillinger. Nobody wants to get hurt by that gun. He's got
some sort of future gun, gentlemen. Everyone relax, Dillinger. Now come on. Go ahead now.
Just don't fire that future gun at any of us. Please. Obviously it's as thick as a piece of
spaghetti, but still. The more I look at it, the more it looks like a black twig. But still,
come on, Dillinger. None of this bullshit, Dillinger. Just, just move on now. None of us
want to get injured, Dillinger. Come on now. How you doing? Get tired.
Dave put his mic down almost being like, how long are you going to go fuck face? And I was like,
oh, for a while. So after he escaped, he stole the sheriff's car and drove back to Illinois.
Just like, well, I'm a badass. I might as well do this. Yeah. But in doing so, he finally committed
to. Wait, from, from where to where? From Indianapolis to. No, from Arizona to Illinois.
He drove a sheriff's car. Yeah. What would you do? Probably be like, take one that they won't
try to pull over when they notice it's not a sheriff. Yeah, but I don't know what kind of
communication they had back then. If there's like, these are in all points of bulletin,
I doubt it. Much, much easier time like to be a, I mean, like, you just, you would, the weight
on the scales was so much like it harder to determine. You'd be like, I could probably get
away with it. Can I kill a couple of guys and just hang in a bank? I think I could. Yeah.
So, but in, in stealing the car and driving across state lines, he finally committed a felony and
now the FBI wanted him. Okay. Dillinger put together another gang in Chicago and went on a crime
spree robbing of banks all over the Midwest. The FBI was hot on their tail the whole time though.
So they went to Wisconsin to hole up. There, they were informed on and then they had a shootout with
the FBI, but escaped after killing one FBI agent and a civilian. Oh boy. Now the FBI really wanted
Dillinger and he was called public enemy number one. Yeah. He was famous. So hiding became quite
difficult. Right. He then had plastic surgery done by a mob doctor, which a mobster, a mobster,
which he didn't like and thought it looked horrible. What, what did he get done? I just,
I talk or something. So what I've done is I've given you a second nose and I've removed an ear.
No, no, no, no, no. Two noses, one ear. No one will ever know that you are John Dillinger.
Goodbye, John, John Dillinger. Hello, double nose. I don't. Hey, look, where did you get the nose?
I took my own off. Look, that's why this bandage is on. I put an ear here. What the fuck? I don't
know. I'm not going to lie. I'm drunk and not really a doctor.
Then a month later, he robbed another bank with his gang and another police officer was shot
and killed, but they made away with 30,000 for that time. I think what you want to do is stop
killing the cops. Well, you know, they keep coming out. Cut that out at some point. Okay.
Around this time, Dillinger had a girlfriend who introduced him to a woman named Anna Sage.
She was a Romanian immigrant who had gotten divorced and ended up working as a prostitute
for the mob. Okay. So that happens after her divorce. Sure. Oh, look, all women go through that.
Yeah, it's the mob prostitute phase. Yeah. It's part of the grieving. I think it's the seventh step.
Currently, she found herself under investigation by the immigration and naturalization service
and was looking at being deported. Somehow she became friendly with a city detective and told
him about her problems. And he hooked her up with the local FBI agent, Melvin Purvis.
Okay. She offered to give up Dillinger in return for nixing the deportation. Right? Yeah. Purvis
got together a group of FBI agents and hired guns, keeping the Chicago PD completely out of it because
they couldn't be trusted. And on July 22nd, 1934, Sage told Purvis that she and Dillinger were
going to a local movie theater to see a film. Agents were posted outside. Agent Purvis was
standing near the theater entrance when Dillinger walked out. He was with Sage and his girlfriend,
one lady on each arm. Sage, I mean, Dillinger and Purvis made eye contact. And then he walked away
and as they walked down the street, Purvis pulled out his gun and yelled, stick him up, Johnny,
we got you surrounded. That was before it was like hacky. Right? Right. Like that was the time,
stick him up, Johnny. It's fucking amazing. We got you surrounded like it was actually what was
happening. Dillinger tried to run and he reached for his gun. He was shot four times. The one that
killed him entered at the base of his neck and traveled up hitting the second vertebrae, then
exited below his right eye. A crowd formed around him. People took out their handkerchiefs and soaked
up his blood as a delightful keepsake. Oh, what the fuck? We are so weird. We are so weird.
That is such a weird like, can you imagine? Who's the first guy who thought of that? It's just
imagine. Imagine in this day and I mean, you would be like, I gotta get some of that. I mean,
what? No, don't drink it. Put it in a handkerchief in there. You're full. I didn't bring my handkerchief.
I'm gonna stuff my face in it. Smart. Smart. Put it in your mouth until you can find a handkerchief
to spit it onto. Hey, what about this? What if the cops are like, Hey, everybody back? That'd be
interesting. It's fucking crazy. Oh no, look at all this blood. Anyone else thinking souvenirs?
Stocking stuffers? I have a store across the street. I am going to sell these. Come get
your dill rags. Dill rags. Dillinger was then taken to Alexia Brothers Hospital and pronounced dead.
He was then taken to the Cook County morgue. The crowd followed his body
to Alex Brothers Hospital and then to the morgue and even into the postmortem room.
Were there not doors in this time? Just before doors were invented? Oh, look, let's keep going.
Hey, we're actually supposed to just cremate him now. I didn't get to dab anything. Don't turn
it on. My husband's in the oven taking thoughts. I just wanted to, I didn't get to dab something
in him. Everyone else got to dab stuff. If it's possible, if I could just get a little feces for
the road just to feel like I was a part of it. Can I put my finger in his eye? Absolutely, ma'am.
Absolutely, you can do that. That's why it's a morgue. Come on. Everyone put your hands on him.
What we're going to do is we're going to all put our hands on him and the last person to have one
hand on gets him. Hundreds of others waited around outside until late in the night, hoping to see
the body of Dillinger. The next day, his body was taken to the McCready Funeral Home, where an
estimated 15,000 people walk past to get a nice look. Wow, that's so crazy. Also, four death masks
were made that day. Go on. And this is where the post-life of Dillinger takes form. It started
when he was shot or maybe before. Dillinger, being a bit of a celebrity and clearly a bad boy,
had a little something sexy about him. Sure. But when he was shot with a woman on each arm,
shit went into overdrive. The press went crazy with stories about the woman in red who betrayed
him. They said he lived as he died with a smile on his face and a woman on each arm. He instantly
became a big time ladies man. Wait, retro at posthumous? Basically, yeah, like he got shot with
two ladies on him. Come on. This guy was a pimp for his whole life. He's amazing. Then came the photo.
Okay. As the crowds walked past and got a good look at the body in the morgue,
a photographer snapped a shot. Now it's a side, it's a side view shot. Profile. It's a pro.
Okay. I mean, if you want to use the actual terms. Profile. It's a profile shot. What was
in the foreground? I have a bit of an eye. Wait, what? Huh? Was I supposed to get that?
So it's a profile and he is in the morgue and that's not it. Here's one where ladies are walking
by him dressed in bathing suits. Whoa, what the hell? Wait, Dave, what? Well, they, you know,
they're probably at a pool and then. No, no, no, no. Don't even say that doesn't help at all.
Oh, come on. Don't even, don't even dry yourself. Come to the morgue, Stacy.
Okay. So the photo happens. So it's a profile shot. What is it? And the crowds walking past
and they're all looking at the body and Dylan's just on a board. His body is under a sheet.
You mean a gun? His body, everything but the head is under a sheet. Okay. And the board is tilted,
right? Like a 45 degree angle almost. Okay. So his feet are low and his head are up and under
the sheet. Something very large is protruding up. Oh, no. Wait a minute. Are you telling me what?
Oh, geez. What Dave? What Dave? What is this? What is Dave?
Does John Dillinger have a huge dead heart on? That's what it looks like, but it's actually his
hand. But it looks like he has a gigantic heart on. Oh, yeah. Like a huge heart on. Yeah. Like a,
like a, you do a dollop about this dick heart on.
So, okay. So he's propped up and people think they see a huge heart Dillinger. Now there was no
indication of rumors before this that he had a big Johnson, right? But this picture, along with the
fact that he was killed with a woman on each arm, made the rumor. Some newspaper editors actually
touched up the photo to remove the giant bulge. Okay. I honestly, I thought it didn't matter
because the legend was born. Okay. So now, so now I can't wait to find out how we handle this
because knowing us, everyone's going to be like, you got to die. Your dick gets big.
In his own state of Indiana, word on the street was that he would lose consciousness when he
became aroused. Oh my God. Because it drained all the blood from his brain into his pecker.
I'm a doctor. It was said to be somewhere between 16 and 23 inches. Oh my, what? Come on.
One rumor was that an informant claim Dillinger would use his huge tool to
use as a weapon to flog women and other unfortunate people. What is he talking? What is happening?
This is like William Wallace. You never heard that Dillinger used to beat up guys with his dick?
All right. Now where's the money? Frank, don't make me do it again. Don't make me do it, Frank.
I'll pass out if I get it too hard. Go go, dilly cock. Yeah. Give it to me, Frank. Where's the money?
Where's the money? Here's the thing. Here's the money. A couple gut shots for you, huh? I love this.
You like when you're, what is it? I love it. Son of a bitch. Another informant. Someone get a
vagina. Another informant apparently said that even though Dillinger was crazy, well endowed,
he wasn't a great lover because he didn't have enough blood in his body to support an erection.
What is happening? That's a competing rumor with the other one where he would pass out. Yeah, but
there's either either. So I think that the people who've made up these rumors don't know how much
blood is in the human body. I agree. It's not like in the middle of our chests, we have like a bottle
full of blood and there's two straws going from our dicks to our brains that and we got to keep a
perfect balance. You know, it all went to my dick. His brain's out of blood. Are you a doctor? You're
not a doctor. I'm not a doctor, Dave. Okay, fair. The legend never died, but it just grew stronger.
In the 70s, I mean that couldn't sound more like the situation with him anyway. In the 70s, it never
died. It just grew stronger. Playboy and we magazines wrote articles about Dillinger's huge knob. Oh my
god. 23 inches. By that time, the rumors of Dillinger's death and erection had morphed into
something even more disturbing. What? What? If you suck it now, you get three wishes like catching
God. The urban legend was that Dillinger's Johnson had been cut off and preserved in a jar in formaldehyde,
which was kept at the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History and Dicks. Now,
kids, look up here on the right. You're going to see what looks like a tapeworm, but that's actually
the cock of America's most wanted criminal for a stretch. The alternate rumor was that
Jade Hoover had kept his penis on his desk as a trophy. Although no one Hoover though, that could
have been true. Come on, he already had one to deal with that was too much. He doesn't want two
dicks in his life. That's true. The Dick stories became so prominent over time that both the FBI
and the Smithsonian were forced to respond publicly. It's so great that the Smithsonian has to be like,
we don't have his big hard dick. The FBI's official historian, John Fox, quote,
it is one of those urban legends. It's been around for a long time, but there's no evidence that the
corpse was mutilated in any way except for the bullets he was shot with. They probably thought
his dick was a separate person. The Smithsonian went as far as to create a form letter that they
would send out when inquiries came in. To whom it may concern. We do not have the dick.
Quote, we can assure you that the anatomical specimens of John Dillinger are not and have
never been in the collection of the Smithsonian Institute. Oh my God. At the Museum of Health
and Medicine on the frequently asked questions section of the museum's website, it reads,
question, do you have a 20th century gangster, John Dillinger's penis in the collection?
Whoa. Answer, no, we don't have it, but we get a lot of phone calls asking if we do.
Hey, I called two days ago. Yes. Is this the Smithsonian? Yes.
Anyway, I called a couple of days ago. I talked to somebody who did not know what
they were talking about. I'm wondering if there are specific hours when I should come by to see
the hard cock of gangster John Dillinger or is it open as much as y'all's other exhibits?
Okay. We actually don't have John Dillinger's. Okay. So I guess you're the person I talked to
a couple of days ago. Okay. I have to go, sir. Why? Because you got to go hide the dick.
Good luck. You're going to have to dig a pretty big hole, sir. I'm coming to check out that penis.
Please don't. You probably painted it to look like an airplane and hanging up in the Rod Brothers
part. Sneaky bastards. I've seen national treasure. What? Huh? You stuck around for all that? You're
crazy. Click. In 1991, the legend of Dillinger's huge penis was discussed on the show, The Wonder
Warriors. In 2006, a Washington Post reporter was given a tour of the collection of human remains
in the Smithsonian. There, Daniel Rogers, chairman of the Smithsonian Museum's Anthropology Department,
revealed they did have something pertaining to Dillinger. His balls. His balls. Just one.
His tiny, drained balls. The other one is in Hoover's mouth. It was buried with Hoover.
Uh, so this is quote. It is not a body part. It is made out of rubber or latex. I guess you could
describe it as a medical model. Wait, what? It's not a body part. It's made out of rubber or latex.
I guess you could describe it as a medical model. This is like, this is like a riddle, huh? I didn't
know there was, do you give me one more time? I'm not good at these. Give me one more time.
It's not a body part, but it is made of rubber.
It's a medical model. It's a medical model. Rubber, medical model. Wait a minute.
Okay, no. Uh, is this something common? What is it?
No one knows where it came from, and it has never been officially entered into the Smithsonian
collection. It was stored in a jar labeled J. Dillinger for years, but that jar broke,
and it was placed in another jar. Rogers said, quote, it's been around here longer than I have,
and I've been here for 17 years. The reporter asked to see it. So he was taken through a maze of
hallways full of wooden boxes of specimens. A locker was then open, and inside were two jars.
One was empty, but had a label that read J. Dillinger, FBI transfer, SI mammals division,
two anthropology, 127 53.
The other jar was bigger and filled with water. Inside was a long, narrow, pale, white object
about 16 inches long. No, Dave. The Smithsonian employee said, quote, it's a synthetic polymer,
so a piece of plastic. No one knows, no one knows when it arrived or who sent it. There are no
records. The belief is that it's just a prank that was based on the rumors. What the hell?
Oh boy, this is... So in the Smithsonian... There's potentially... Someone has...
No, it's not even potential. Someone just made a fake dick. How do you know it's fake? Well, we
don't, but... Okay. Well, we know it's a fake dick. It's a plastic dick. How do you... Okay, your
story checks out. So someone, but someone thought it would be funny if they sent the Smithsonian.
16. A model of Dillinger's dick in 1953. So while they don't have the dick, they do have a model
of the dick. Well, but it's not even a model, a dick. It's just based on the rumors. The guy didn't
have a big dick. You don't know that? I don't know that. What was under the sheet? His arm.
You know what they say about guys with big arms? They're the rock? Yep. They always say that.
This was a dillip. This was our first dillip. Or a dillop. We signed Kors.
What? Did you say horse? Kors. Okay. I think Kors beer. Sure.