Brooks Block the scene of a superbly executed
State Police daytime raid on Casey’s. |
Thomas E. Casey was an entrepreneur and knew he needed
adequate space for a new venture in Canton that would change the ordinary lives
of the everyday man. Walking up Washington Street on a late July afternoon in
1938, Casey a bright 32 year-old upstanding citizen of Canton saw just such an
opportunity.
Born in 1906, Casey was a newspaperman of sorts. Working for
the Canton Journal, and subsequently the Norwood Messenger and Boston Record.
These were jobs, yet Casey wanted a career and during the depression a quest
for “easy money” would take Casey down.
At the intersection of Bolivar and Washington Streets stood
the massive and imposing Brooks Block, originally built around 1856, the
building was the cornerstone of the community. Over the years the corner
landmark was home to the post office, the telephone exchange, a string of
drugstores, the police department and several fraternal and social
organizations. In 1887, the upper stories of the building were renovated and the
Odd Fellows Hall occupied the third floor. In 1905, another grander renovation
was completed transforming the stunning reception hall.
A majestic space by all accounts, Odd Fellows Hall was large
enough to host weddings and huge parties. Shows, musicals, and all sorts of
entertainment were the order of the day. And on one occasion George Polley,
“The Human Fly” wowed hundreds of onlookers as he nimbly scaled the façade
without the aid of ropes or harness. It was a magnificent stunt worthy of the
building. And, yet, by the summer of 1938 Brooks Block was showing its age and the
Canton Lodge of Masons was moving out of their spacious third floor space to a
new home. A sign went up “space for rent.”
And that is when Casey saw the prospects of his business venture
brighten considerably. Over the next two month, Casey planned to build one of
the finest establishments ever seen outside of Boston. His “parlor” would
occupy the entire third floor. Casey knew he would do well. There were plenty
of customers that worked in the radius of our small suburban town. And, while
times were indeed tough in 1938, the Work Progress Administration (W.P.A.) was
busy with all sorts of local projects right here in Canton.
The W.P.A. was the most ambitious New Deal Agency that had been
created by Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Employing millions of unemployed, the
main thrust was to carry out construction projects. In 1935, when the Canton
Post Office was built, a New Deal project included the painting of the mural
celebrating Paul Revere’s Copper Industry in Canton. And, over the course of
nine years, Canton received many additional benefits that added badly needed
pay to suffering families’ wallets.
In Canton, the W.P.A. projects included bridges, dams, sewer
lines and sidewalks constructed by local laborers from all across town. The hot
argument surging through town in 1938 was whether to accept federal aid to
build a new High School on the land known as the French Estate on Washington
Street. The town meeting that year voted against the question, but in true
Canton fashion it took nine years to settle the question and new High School
was built in 1947.
All the men that were building the new bridges and sidewalks
across town had money and it seemed to Casey that he could give them a place to
spend it. In the central room, Casey installed three 20-foot long tables with
benches so the patrons would be comfortable. After all, they would be spending
considerable time in his establishment. On the third floor of Brooks Block, Casey
built glassed in teller windows. A state-of-the-art amplification system was
installed, along with special staging and an elevated illuminated board. To
complete his operation, Casey installed dozens of phone lines, not all that
difficult considering that the building was once home to New England Telephone.
The scene of the crime; on the third floor of
the Odd Fellows Hall sixty-five men gathered to gamble their depression era paychecks. |
What Casey had built over the course of several weeks was
one of the most “well-equipped horserace betting establishments” in this
section of eastern Massachusetts. Unfortunately for Casey, it was also highly
illegal. Illegalities aside, it made no matter to the patrons, however, who
flocked to the new scheme in droves.
These patrons were largely the working classes from all the
surrounding towns including Boston. Word of Casey’s pari-mutuel betting parlor
spread like wildfire and it was extremely successful. It was a very well run
operation. In the center of the room sat the men who were placing bets on
several of the horse races of the day. On a giant board illuminated by floodlights,
were posted the names of the horses running in the afternoon races across the
country. The exact odds as those at the tracks were posted on board around the
room. And, the battery of telephones was used to take and place bets as well as
receive results almost instantaneously.
Throughout the day, the results were announced to the crowd
and time stamped bets at the teller windows “prevented the operators from being
defrauded.” It was perfect in every way, and well received by the men digging
sewers for the W.P.A. In 1938, it turns out the biggest celebrity in America
was a horse named Seabiscuit. The story was classic; a horse that rose to
greatness with the assistance of a “a half-blind prizefighter and failing
jockey, a mute mustang breaker, and a bicycle repairman-turned-overnight
millionaire racehorse owner. Against the dreary backdrop of the waning depression,
the W.P.A. workers found inspiration in this amazing animal. It is no wonder
that Casey had hit upon success from these men’s hopes.
Unfortunately, a byproduct of gambling is losing and the
wives of those government workers were not amused by their husband’s
diversions. Reportedly, a wife of one of the losing gamblers dimed out Casey to
the Massachusetts State Police in Framingham. A newspaper reported the cause of
the complaints came “from the wives of W.P.A. workers and other men of low
income, who declared that their husbands were losing their pay the bookie
office.” Poor Casey had barely been in operation a week or two when a raid was
planned.
On September 15th “in the heart of Canton’s
business district” the state police gathered outside the entrances to Brooks
Block. Word in a small town travels fast, and soon “hundreds of townspeople
gathered in Canton Square and along Washington Street to watch the long arm of
the law fall upon Casey. Unfortunately for the wives who complained so
vociferously, the “raid was timed to coincide with the running of the fifth and
sixth races at the various tracks, when the largest number of betters would be
wagering their money.” The plan was to capture as many patrons as possible and
send a clear message to gamblers.
As the troopers of the flying squadron waited for the
signal, they were armed with “sledgehammers, axes, and jimmies. At about five
o’clock, perhaps as the fifth race at Pimlico began, more than sixty-five men
were awaiting the outcome of the race. As the horses entered the first turn,
the doors to the third-floor room splintered open, chaos ensued and the unlucky
men were huddled into the corner of the grand betting parlor.
For the gamblers the outcome that day was bleak. “Residents
of not only Canton but Brockton, Stoughton, Boston, Norwood, Milton, Braintree,
Foxboro and Walpole were among those trapped.” Casey was arrested on the charge
of maintaining and promoting the enterprise. Immediately after notifying the
sixty-five men of their arrest, Lieutenant John McLaughlin of the State Police
informed them that they could only leave the place upon posting a $25 bail – a
sum equal to $402 today. That princely
sum was reduced to $10 as a result of the scofflaws’ inability to pay.
Albert A. Ward, the Canton bail commissioner set up a table
in the room and one by one the men had to positively identify themselves and
post bail. Owing to the fact that many of them were unable to post bail, Casey
himself posted bail for many of them. As soon as the last man was out of the
room, the State Police took axes to every piece of equipment in the room
destroying Casey’s illicit dream. Arraignments were held in Stoughton and Casey
was fined $520 (almost $10,000 in today’s economy) and the cases against the 65
others were dismissed.
Much to the embarrassment of the wives and families of the
gamblers, every one of their names were printed in the paper the next day.
Familiar Canton names such as Podgurski, McSorley, Sykes, Shea, Pocaro, and
Sims were among the roll call of men playing the ponies that fateful afternoon.
As for Casey, soon thereafter he entered into business with
his father involving a different vice, that of maintaining a liquor parlor, and
all quite legal this time around. A resident of 315 Walpole Street, his house
is still standing. Casey became a special police officer, operated a taxi
business and by the time he died in 1958, at age 53, a well rehabilitated
upstanding man of the community. In 1943, an epic fire tore through Brooks
Block destroying the magnificent building. Seabiscuit was nominated for seven
Academy Awards, and lost to Lord of the Rings.