A chance encounter with Bonnie & Clyde

By Steve A. Maze (Arab, Alabama)

Steve A. Maze is the publisher of "Yesterday's Memories"
a nostalgia magazine in Arab, Alabama. - Annual subscription is $18 

The Day An Unsuspecting Young Man
Met Bonnie and Clyde

(Article printed with permission)

The morning began routinely in the small Alabama town of Arab. It was warm and raining,
typical weather for an early spring day in 1934. The Great Depression was raging and most
people were trying to scratch out a living by sharecropping or working their farms in and
around the rural community. The days were filled with hard work and little excitement.

About the only excitement going on in the tiny hamlet was fascinating newspaper accounts
of gangsters causing widespread panic across the U.S. That was as close as the folks cared
to get to that kind of excitement, however, they would rather read about the killers and
not come face-to-face with them. By early morning, all of that would change. Twenty-one year
old Cyrus Rice began his job at Peoples Drugstore at six a.m. That was the best time to sweep
out the store and outside walkway since no customers came in at that hour unless there was
an emergency. It was still raining, as it had been for several days, when he stepped outside
to sweep the walkway in front of the store. 

The morning stillness was suddenly broken when two people in a sleek, black automobile came
roaring up South Main with its engine racing and exhaust backfiring. The driver stomped the
brake pedal when he spotted Cyrus and sprayed the front window of the store with mud and gravel.
Dr. Griffith, the owner of the drugstore, came running from his office next door upon hearing
the commotion. "What in the hell are they doing?" he snapped.
"We're fixing to find out because they're backing up," Cyrus replied. The Model-B Ford had
slid past its target, reversed itself, and backed up with the passenger door parallel to the
storefront. Apprehensive, Cyrus decided to seek refuge inside the drugstore. Before he could
reach the door, a short, blonde-haired lady burst from the passenger door and grabbed him by
the shoulder. "You ain't going nowhere," she barked. A cigar stub showed from the corner of
the blonde's mouth as she looked up and down the street.

"I want six Red Dot cigars and a pack of rubbers," she said, herding Cyrus and Dr. Griffith
into the store. Dr. Griffith sent Cyrus to get the cigars while he went to find the contraceptives.
Cyrus sensed that something was wrong and cautiously walked between the soda fountain and cigar
counter. "Strangers frequently come through Arab, but none so demanding as this lady," the young
man thought to himself. She was hyper, feet never at rest, and was continuously looking about.
Cyrus retrieved the 25-cent pack of cigars and handed them to her. She spit the cigar stub out
of her mouth and mashed it out with her foot on Cyrus's freshly swept floor.

"How about mixing up a coke for my friend in the car?" she said, more like a command than
a request. Cyrus watched her as he fixed the soda. She wore a red tam hat that allowed her
strawberry blonde hair to show slightly. A red skirt extended down her small frame to her
ankles. Something resembling an old purse was hidden underneath a white long-sleeved blouse.
She was also carrying a huge, light-colored handbag that reminded Cyrus of a sack used to pick
cotton. Gun-shaped bulges distended from the handbag. But what he noticed most was how dirty
she was, not in the normal sense, but filthy dirty. Her face and hands were unwashed and her
clothes were soiled. She had on a hint of red lipstick that matched the rouge on her cheeks.
She would have been pretty had she not been so dirty. Dr. Griffith appeared with the
contraceptives as Cyrus finished making the soda.

"How much do I owe ya?" the blonde asked. Dr. Griffith totaled up the bill and told her the
sum. She reached into her bag and paid cash for the items. "You got curb service?" she inquired.
"We do," Cyrus replied. He placed the soda on a tray and walked past her. She promptly shoved
him against the soda fountain with an elbow. "Wait a minute," she ordered, "I'll tell you when
you can go." She walked to the front of the store with Cyrus trailing behind her. Opening the
front door slightly, she peeked through and glanced up and down Main Street. Satisfied that
everything was okay, she stepped through the door. 

"Come on out here," she directed. Cyrus followed her to the driver's side of the car and
attempted to hook the tray on the door. "Don't put anything on the car!" the blonde screamed,
giving Cyrus another shove. She grabbed the coke and handed it to the man sitting behind the
steering wheel of the idling automobile. He was racing the engine in a sporadic manner to keep
it from going dead. Apparently, the damp weather was hampering the car's performance. The driver
was as filthy as his companion was; his clothes unkempt. He slouched down, never looking up,
and didn't move his hands that were firmly clasped around the steering wheel. The man wore a
long-billed, brown hat that was pulled down over his eyes. He wore a tan coat and pants,
white shirt with an unbuttoned collar, and no tie.

"Son, is there any money in that old bank," the man asked while pointing toward the Bank of
Arab. While not prospering, the bank was surviving the Depression and had money in it. Sensing
that something was amiss, Cyrus laughed and replied, "No, that bank's been busted for years."
"I told you so," the blonde sneered at her partner. "What's the quickest way to Birmingham?"
the driver asked. "Well, you can go back the way you came or you can turn beside the bank
and go through Cullman," Cyrus answered.

A Similar Story From Ralph Hall

Ralph Moody Hall was an American politician who served as the United
States Representative for Texas's 4th congressional district from 1981 to 2015
He was the oldest-ever member of the U.S. House and passed away in 2019 at age 95.

Mr. Hall claimed that while as a youth, working in a pharmacy in his hometown of Rockwall, Texas,
he provided curbside service to Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker, bringing them cigarettes and cokes.
Incidentally, Rockwall, Texas was where Blanche Caldwell Barrow later married
Edwin Bert "Eddie" Frasure in 1940 and where Marie Barrow married Luke Scoma in 1963!


The Bank of Arab - circa 1942 - 1944

The above vehicle appears to be a 1941 Chevy Suburban Panel Truck. Notice the
single brake light mounted to one rear door panel, which was standard equipment.

The 1941 Chevy "Carryall" Suburban

Current structure as it appears today. Wonderfully restored

Main Street Mercantile
Now home to Main Street Mercantile. Click on image below for their website.

Bank photos courtesy of Jack McGee

Arab Tribune article on Jack McGee's project

Cyrus then followed the lady to the passenger side of the car. As she sat down in the front
seat, Cyrus noticed a sawed off, twenty-gauge shotgun lying on the floorboard that the young
blonde nestled snugly between her feet. He also got a better look at the car. While appearing
to be new, it was muddy and dirty. The inside looked like it had been lived in and was filthy.
Rifle-shaped objects bulged from underneath a tarp in the back seat. The driver then spun the
car around in the middle of the street - once again slinging mud and gravel. The car sped by
the bank and headed toward Cullman.

Cyrus and Dr. Griffith spoke about the couple's strange actions after they left. The pair was
still on their minds when the delivery truck arrived later that morning from Gadsden. Cyrus and
Dr. Griffith then began unbundling the latest issues of True Detective and True Story magazines.
"Oh my God, there they are!" Dr. Griffith exclaimed as he glimpsed a magazine cover. There 
 on the front cover of True Detective, was the strawberry blonde and her companion . "We had
better lock up and go home in case they come back," the doctor added.

They did indeed lock the store, but only for about 30 minutes. Their initial fear was replaced
by common sense as they decided that the two strangers would want to get as far away from a
place as they could after being spotted. A couple of days later, the FBI came to Arab inquiring
about a couple on the run. Cyrus and Dr. Griffith told them of their earlier run-in and were
shown a photo of the pair. They identified them as the people that they had seen. The FBI told
them that the couple was suspected of robbing a bank in Tarrant City, Alabama the day preceding
their visit to Arab.

The FBI had chased them up Highway 231 toward Oneonta before losing them on the muddy roads.
The gangsters had apparently spent the night in their car while parked behind the Brooksville
Post Office, and had eluded capture when lawmen were forced to temporarily call off the search.
The rain had made the muddy roads impassable and bloodhounds used in the search had lost the
scent of the bank robbers. Area residents were shocked to learn that the faces shown on the
magazine cover, the same ones identified by Cyrus and Dr. Griffith in the FBI photos, were none
other Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow. Arab had been visited by the infamous Bonnie & Clyde!

On April 29, 1934, the outlaws stole their last car, a gray Ford V-8, from a roofing contractor
in Topeka, Kansas. The pair drove 7,500 miles over the next 24 days. On May 23, 1934, they were
killed in a hail of lawmen's bullets near Gibsland, Louisiana. According to some accounts, there
were 184 bullet holes in the car of which approximately 80 made their mark on the infamous duo.
Their reign of terror was over.

Word of the gangster's demise spread quickly and the death scene was overrun with souvenir
seekers. The crowd grabbed items from the blood-soaked bodies of the criminals. Some even
attempted to cut locks of Bonnie's golden hair, while one man tried to cut off Clyde's trigger
finger with a knife. Cyrus Rice didn't get a souvenir when he met the couple. Instead, he came
away with something he lived to tell about, a face-to-face encounter with Bonnie and Clyde.

The Old Brooksville Post Office
Bonnie and Clyde spent the night in the back of their
car behind this Post Office before traveling to Arab.


Cyrus Rice of Arab, Alabama, was the, then young employee of the Peoples Drugstore
mentioned in the above story. Publisher Steve Maze informed me that Mr. Rice had just
passed away this month. He would have been at least 90 years old and will surely be
missed by many of those who knew and loved him. A "Hideout Farewell" to Cyrus Rice.

This story does not necessarily represent the viewpoint of Bonnie & Clyde's Hideout.
One thing, is that Bonnie and Clyde never made the front cover of any of the True Detective magazines in 1934.
Also, Bonnie would have had a pronounced limp in the spring of 1934, where she needed assistance to get about.

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