An advertising salesman, sentenced to seven years for rape; for some reason he was shot on the streets of Salt Lake City by deputy Major Myton (on 2nd South between Main and West Temple in front of the D. F. Walker Bldg.)
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The Salt Lake Tribune
Sunday, 31 Oct 1915
page one, column one
R. J. HORTON SHOT AND KILLED
BY H. P. MYTON
Former Deputy Sheriff Had Been Struck Before He Drew Gun
and Alleges That He Shot His Assailant in Self-Defense
SLAIN MAN WAS I. W. W. MEMBER
Three shots are fired, all of which take effect, one causing
almost instant death; Horton's body removed to morgue
Major Howell P. Myton, former deputy sheriff, mining man and well-known (illegible) Salt Lake and Utah, shot and killed Roy J. Horton, travelling sales man for the Haynes Lithographic company, Buffalo, N.Y., shortly before ? this morning in front of the Bismark bar and cafe, 30 West Second South street.
Major Myton at the city jail gave to the Tribune his story of the shooting, he said:
I was preparing to go to my room in the D. F. Walker building about midnight when I saw Horton coming toward me. I knew him well, as he had served a term in the county jail while I was a deputy sheriff.
Horton looked at me ? then declared in a loud voice that any man who would wear a star was no good. Then he began to apply vile epithets to officers of the law. He came toward me and said, "You are the man I mean."
GOES AFTER HIS GUN
I knew Horton to be a bad man, so I went upstairs to my room and got my gun, a .35 Luger automatic, which was loaded with nine bullets.
As I came out of the entrance Horton rushed up to me. I reached for my gun and he shouted "Don't pull any gun on me. I'll kill you." I didn't pull my gun then and Horton continued to swear at me. He swung ? me and struck me in the forehead. He struck me with his right hand and then stepped back and reached for his hip pocket.
I was sure he was reaching for a gun, so I drew mine and fired three times. As he fell, I put my gun away and immediately gave myself up to an officer. I was just starting to walk to the station when the officer came up and took me to the station in an automobile...
The quality of this newspaper is not good, and further attempts at transcription are halted.
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The Salt Lake Tribune
Sunday, 31 Oct 1915
page one, column one
R. J. HORTON SHOT AND KILLED
BY H. P. MYTON
Former Deputy Sheriff Had Been Struck Before He Drew Gun
and Alleges That He Shot His Assailant in Self-Defense
SLAIN MAN WAS I. W. W. MEMBER
Three shots are fired, all of which take effect, one causing
almost instant death; Horton's body removed to morgue
Major Howell P. Myton, former deputy sheriff, mining man and well-known (illegible) Salt Lake and Utah, shot and killed Roy J. Horton, travelling sales man for the Haynes Lithographic company, Buffalo, N.Y., shortly before ? this morning in front of the Bismark bar and cafe, 30 West Second South street.
Major Myton at the city jail gave to the Tribune his story of the shooting, he said:
I was preparing to go to my room in the D. F. Walker building about midnight when I saw Horton coming toward me. I knew him well, as he had served a term in the county jail while I was a deputy sheriff.
Horton looked at me ? then declared in a loud voice that any man who would wear a star was no good. Then he began to apply vile epithets to officers of the law. He came toward me and said, "You are the man I mean."
GOES AFTER HIS GUN
I knew Horton to be a bad man, so I went upstairs to my room and got my gun, a .35 Luger automatic, which was loaded with nine bullets.
As I came out of the entrance Horton rushed up to me. I reached for my gun and he shouted "Don't pull any gun on me. I'll kill you." I didn't pull my gun then and Horton continued to swear at me. He swung ? me and struck me in the forehead. He struck me with his right hand and then stepped back and reached for his hip pocket.
I was sure he was reaching for a gun, so I drew mine and fired three times. As he fell, I put my gun away and immediately gave myself up to an officer. I was just starting to walk to the station when the officer came up and took me to the station in an automobile...
The quality of this newspaper is not good, and further attempts at transcription are halted.
An advertising salesman, sentenced to seven years for rape; for some reason he was shot on the streets of Salt Lake City by deputy Major Myton (on 2nd South between Main and West Temple in front of the D. F. Walker Bldg.)
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The Salt Lake Tribune
Sunday, 31 Oct 1915
page one, column one
R. J. HORTON SHOT AND KILLED
BY H. P. MYTON
Former Deputy Sheriff Had Been Struck Before He Drew Gun
and Alleges That He Shot His Assailant in Self-Defense
SLAIN MAN WAS I. W. W. MEMBER
Three shots are fired, all of which take effect, one causing
almost instant death; Horton's body removed to morgue
Major Howell P. Myton, former deputy sheriff, mining man and well-known (illegible) Salt Lake and Utah, shot and killed Roy J. Horton, travelling sales man for the Haynes Lithographic company, Buffalo, N.Y., shortly before ? this morning in front of the Bismark bar and cafe, 30 West Second South street.
Major Myton at the city jail gave to the Tribune his story of the shooting, he said:
I was preparing to go to my room in the D. F. Walker building about midnight when I saw Horton coming toward me. I knew him well, as he had served a term in the county jail while I was a deputy sheriff.
Horton looked at me ? then declared in a loud voice that any man who would wear a star was no good. Then he began to apply vile epithets to officers of the law. He came toward me and said, "You are the man I mean."
GOES AFTER HIS GUN
I knew Horton to be a bad man, so I went upstairs to my room and got my gun, a .35 Luger automatic, which was loaded with nine bullets.
As I came out of the entrance Horton rushed up to me. I reached for my gun and he shouted "Don't pull any gun on me. I'll kill you." I didn't pull my gun then and Horton continued to swear at me. He swung ? me and struck me in the forehead. He struck me with his right hand and then stepped back and reached for his hip pocket.
I was sure he was reaching for a gun, so I drew mine and fired three times. As he fell, I put my gun away and immediately gave myself up to an officer. I was just starting to walk to the station when the officer came up and took me to the station in an automobile...
The quality of this newspaper is not good, and further attempts at transcription are halted.
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The Salt Lake Tribune
Sunday, 31 Oct 1915
page one, column one
R. J. HORTON SHOT AND KILLED
BY H. P. MYTON
Former Deputy Sheriff Had Been Struck Before He Drew Gun
and Alleges That He Shot His Assailant in Self-Defense
SLAIN MAN WAS I. W. W. MEMBER
Three shots are fired, all of which take effect, one causing
almost instant death; Horton's body removed to morgue
Major Howell P. Myton, former deputy sheriff, mining man and well-known (illegible) Salt Lake and Utah, shot and killed Roy J. Horton, travelling sales man for the Haynes Lithographic company, Buffalo, N.Y., shortly before ? this morning in front of the Bismark bar and cafe, 30 West Second South street.
Major Myton at the city jail gave to the Tribune his story of the shooting, he said:
I was preparing to go to my room in the D. F. Walker building about midnight when I saw Horton coming toward me. I knew him well, as he had served a term in the county jail while I was a deputy sheriff.
Horton looked at me ? then declared in a loud voice that any man who would wear a star was no good. Then he began to apply vile epithets to officers of the law. He came toward me and said, "You are the man I mean."
GOES AFTER HIS GUN
I knew Horton to be a bad man, so I went upstairs to my room and got my gun, a .35 Luger automatic, which was loaded with nine bullets.
As I came out of the entrance Horton rushed up to me. I reached for my gun and he shouted "Don't pull any gun on me. I'll kill you." I didn't pull my gun then and Horton continued to swear at me. He swung ? me and struck me in the forehead. He struck me with his right hand and then stepped back and reached for his hip pocket.
I was sure he was reaching for a gun, so I drew mine and fired three times. As he fell, I put my gun away and immediately gave myself up to an officer. I was just starting to walk to the station when the officer came up and took me to the station in an automobile...
The quality of this newspaper is not good, and further attempts at transcription are halted.
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