He walked slowly about three feet behind the women, the policeman following close behind. One of the ladies had a handsome white dress on, and it was evidently that which attracted his eye. Immediately thereafter a man dressed in shabby clothing, wearing an old Derby hat, gray with age, stepped from a doorway and followed the couple. Policeman Stafford was standing in the shadow of a doorway at the corner of Fifty-ninth street and Ninth avenue when two ladies walked by on the lower side of the street. Stafford, of the West Forty-seventh-street Station. “Jack the Ink-Slinger,” that peculiar species of man who has been proving a terror to the residents of Captain Killilea’s precinct, was captured at midnight last night by Policeman Walter M. Had in His Pocket a Bottle of Violet Ink and Three Corked Clay-Pipe Bowls Filled With the Fluid. 7Ĭaught at Last, While Following Two Women. Two detective sergeants are working upon the new clew. Lang was very indignant about the insult to his wife, and yesterday he visited Police Headquarters and conferred with Inspector Byrnes. Lang reached home she found that her dress skirt had been ruined by a blue black fluid which had evidently been squirted upon it from a syringe. There was no suspicion at the time that the stranger was the man for whom the entire detective force has been on the hunt. They describe him as being a slim young man, dressed in a Prince Albert coat, light trousers and wearing a soft felt hat. Lang were going down Ninth avenue Sunday night they met the ink slinger. 452 West Fifty-seventh street, has been the latest object of his attack. Lange, the wife of a travelling salesman, occupying a flat at No. The violet ink which he has been in the habit of throwing upon the dresses of good looking young women he has now discarded for a blue black fluid. He spent the early part of Sunday night in Brooklyn, as told in the Herald, but later on he fell back on his old stamping ground in the Twenty-second ward. Jack, the Ink Slinger, Still at Work, but Uses the Latter Colored Fluidĭespite the detectives “Jack, the Ink Slinger,” continues to be a mischief maker. Here, with minimal comment, is the saga of “Jack, the Ink Slinger.”
One of the interesting factors in panics of this sort is how hard it was to spot the perpetrator-the Ink-Slinger seems never to have been caught in the act–and how long he was able to evade arrest. This Ruiner of Ladies’ Dresses began operating in New York and Brooklyn early in 1890, but the papers apparently did not report on him until April of that year. There was Jack the Kisser, Jack the Smasher, Jack the Nipper, and, one of strangest: Jack the Ink-Slinger. His name, which may have been coined by a journalist in a hoax letter to the police, was irresistible to journalists covering social panics at the turn of the century and beyond.
The inkslinger series#
Jack the Ripper’s reign of terror inspired a series of copy-cat killers.
He should, of course, be put in the “pen.” New York City has a “Jack, the Ink Slinger.” A Spot of Bother: Jack the Ink-Slinger Jack the Ink Slinger threw violet ink on ladies’ dresses in the dark.
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