Career law-enforcement investigator, Jack Egger was one of the last witnesses to see Elizabeth “Black Dahlia” Short alive. In 2003 Egger, then Chief Investigator for Warner Bros. Studio,  positively identified a photograph of Dr. George Hill Hodel as being the man who was with Elizabeth Short and escorted her to a CBS radio show in Hollywood, just days before her murder.

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JACK EGGER

July 27, 1927 – March 3, 2010

  

Los Angeles, California

It was only yesterday that I learned of the passing of one of the Black Dahlia’s most important original witnesses- John F. “Jack” Egger. Jack died here in Los Angeles on March 3, 2010. He was 82.

Jack was an important witness to my follow-up investigation and in December, 2003 positively identified a photograph of my father, Dr. George Hill Hodel as being the man who escorted Elizabeth Short to an airing of the Jack Carson Radio Show in Hollywood in January, 1947, just days prior to her murder.  

Copies of the original DA documents in my possession contain Jack Egger’s February 1950 transcribed-interview wherein he describes the unidentified man he saw accompanying Elizabeth Short.  It was January, 1947, and Jack was a 19-year-old, usher at the CBS Studio, on Sunset Blvd., in Hollywood. The “dapper man in his early Forties” showed Egger a “Chicago police badge” and Jack permitted the attractive couple to jump the long line and admitted them to Studio A to see the Jack Carson show. (Egger in his original 1950 police interview stated he had seen Elizabeth Short attend the radio shows dozens of times before, but always alone.)

CBS Studio at Sunset & Gower where then 19-year-old usher, Jack Egger  escorted “Chicago police officer”, George Hodel & Elizabeth Short to Studio A to see the Jack Carson radio show in January 1947.

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Excerpted 2003 Investigative Notes on Jack Egger Bio:

Here are some unedited bio notes from my 2003 file on Jack Egger that give us a more personal look into his long and interesting life:

“JE’s background: 76, born 1927. Father was wealthy, insurance business. Father’s company insured the County of Los Angeles before county self-insured. JE’s mother was kind of a stage mother, got him into movies as a kid. When JE was 10 (1937), got a speaking part in Stella Dallas, famous Barbara Stanwyck weepie. Was in a couple of Our Gang films.

His mother was secretary to L.A. DA BURON FITTS. But quit because “she was tired of Fitts chasing her around the desk.”

JE went to Catholic grade school, then Hollywood High. Graduated summer of 1945. Joined Marines, saw tail end of the action on Okinawa.

In October, 1946 went to work as usher at CBS. There until 1948. Says of ES: “I must have seen her (at CBS) 40 or 50 times.” Very beautiful, knockout, pale white skin, black hair, always wore black.”

Unsure whether he joined DA’s office in 1948 or 1949. First job there as process/subpoena server. Spent 4 years there. Worked on bookmaking squad. Then became driver for LA DA ERNIE ROLL. Also had to drive Roll’s wife Juanita. He quit job because Juanita was hitting on him.

 JE joined Beverly Hills PD mid-50s. Rose to captain, chief of detectives. 1971 got masters degree at USC. Went to Warner Bros. in 1979, there ever since. Currently chief investigator for 400-man WB security operation.”

Jack Egger up until his death, remained active in the law enforcement community. In recent years he served as a General Board Member of POALAC. (Peace Officers Association Los Angeles County.) A few of his fellow board members were: Lee Baca, Sheriff, L.A. County, William Bratton, Chief LAPD, Steve Cooley, District Attorney, Los Angeles County, Sharon Papa, Assistant Chief, LAPD.

To read my Jack Egger/Elizabeth Short/George Hodel Black Dahlia Investigative Summary from early 2005 draft of MOST EVIL (12 pages) as  PDF file, click below link:

Jack Egger Black Dahlia Files.pdf 

 

Jack Egger obituary below originally published in L.A. Times and Variety Magazine, March 2010

 

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THANK YOU JACK EGGER FOR YOUR DECADES OF DEDICATED SERVICE IN LAW ENFORCEMENT TO THE CITIZENS OF BOTH LOS ANGELES AND BEVERLY HILLS.  

MAY YOU REST IN PEACE!    

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In 1964, brother Mike took our dad up on an invitation to visit him in the Far East with the prospect of possibly coming to work for him at his company, INRA-ASIA. (International Research Associates-Asia). Mike visited dad for several weeks and toured the offices in Tokyo, Hong Kong, and Manila. (Mike passed on the offer and returned to L.A. to spend the next twenty-years on radio (KPFK) dedicating his short life to “causes.”  Mike’s died unexpectedly in May,1986 at the relatively young age of 47. His death from lung cancer, followed hard upon the death of our mother just a few years prior.  The loss of my brother was the determining factor for me to cut my LAPD career short and “retire” early with 23 1/2 years. (Though you can retire at 20-years, most career cops stay 25-30 years due to the advantages of a higher pension.)

Below is a photo from the Manila Chronicle, dated,  Jan. 2, 1964. Unfortunately, the Xerox is of poor quality, but one can still see that though dad was age 57, he remained in excellent health and could still easily pass for a much younger man, a man say in his “Mid Forties.”  (Especially, if the witnesses were viewing him  in the dark of night from the second floor of a building a hundred feet away, or if they were police officers giving him a quick “once over” on the sidewalk as they drove-by enroute to their shooting call. Think SFPD, Paul Stine shooting, 10.11.69.)

George Hodel age, 57; brother, Mike, age, 24

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Here is an article briefly describing one of dad’s major research projects that appeared in the Armed Forces, Pacific Stars & Stripes newspaper in November, 1962, two years before Mike’s above referenced visit to the P.I.

 

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 George Hodel circa 1962, Philippines

June 15, 2010,  Los Angeles

Today I “officially” start work and writing on BOOK III.

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Thought for the Day:

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(skh note- Updated info to below blog on 6.10.2010 See bottom paragraphs)

FROM PRINTER TO POOKA

Hollywood, California

Thanks to some old fashioned gumshoe sleuthing by my brother, Kelvin and his wife, Angel, (with perhaps a little unseen help from “Harvey” the invisible rabbit and pooka extraordinaire) we now have some new information and photos to add to the Grandfather Harvey story. (Charles Eugene Harvey, 1879-1949, was my mother’s father)  For those unfamiliar with the story I recommend you check out my original blog on my grandfather Charles Harvey, “A Death in the Family: There’s Mischief Afoot?”  Found here.  

Hollywood High claims over 500 “celebrity student” to name just a few:

Vicent Bugliosi, Carol Burnett, Lon Chaney Jr., Judy Garland, Laurence Fishburne, Tamar Hodel, Stephen Kay, Carole Lombard, Ricky Nelson, Sarah Jessica Parker, Jason Robards, Alexis Smith, Lana Turner, and Fay Wray.

Kelvin and Angel went to Hollywood High School last week and were able to obtain some Xerox copies from the Year Books which showed our grandfather, Charles Harvey was employed and taught printing to students from 1928-1941. This was an exciting family discovery, since previous to this discovery, no family photograph of grandfather were known to exist.

 

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Charles Harvey in Hollywood High School Year Books 1930s 1940s

 

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HARVEY & HARVEY- FROM PRINTER TO POOKA

 

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Reprinted below is an excerpted anecdote (The Harvey Story) from “A Death in the Family- There’s Mischief Afoot”, as originally blogged by me one-year ago in June, 2009. (I have also made some corrected Author Note changes in bold.)

In physical appearance, I favor my mother’s side of the family.  The Harvey’s (U.K.) and the Boyles (Cork County, Ireland) from whom I also inherited my thirsty Irish genes.

From my boyhood, I remember my grandfather, Charles Eugene Harvey as a bear of a man, with snow white hair and a big smile, but that’s about all.

Mostly, I remember my mother’s stories about him. Her father was born in Pittsburg, PA. He was one of six brothers, four of whom worked in the coal mines. Mother would frequently retell us three sons the story of how at the turn of the century, these six brothers, all over six-feet tall, would walk into a bar-room, order “sarsaparilla” (a non-alcoholic precursor to “Root Beer”) and look around the room just daring anyone make a snide remark or  snicker. Tough, coalminers all.

(Author Note-  6.6.2010- As seen in these newly discovered photographs, while grandfather does appear “burly” he cannot be much more than about 5-8 in height, so he was either “the runt of family” or the six-foot stature was my childhood misrembrance of my mother’s original description.)

Mother was born in 1906, in New York’s Central Park West. Three-years later, the family moved west to Los Angeles. Grandfather, got a job with the Los Angeles Examiner newspaper as a linotype operator, where he worked until retirement. His second career began after his divorce from grandmother, when he started teaching printing at Hollywood High School. 

(Author Note- 6.6.2010- With the new documentation we can now further correct the record. We now know that grandfather Harvey was employed as a Hollywood High School printing instructor from 1928 until at least 1941, so his job at the Los Angeles Examiner was either a partime second-job during the Depression years or he worked two jobs.)

At age 62 (?) he washed his hands of the printer’s ink, and in semi-retirement, donned the uniform of a doorman, complete with gold buttons and epaulets, at one of  Hollywood’s fancy hotels. 

Mother had a tremendous love for her father. She spoke proudly of the chess-playing atheist who was a voracious reader, a liberal, a thinker and a scholar.  She affectionately described him as a lover of people and life.  

My favorite anecdote about grandfather was the story mother told us about when he was a hotel doorman in Hollywood.  At the hotel he met a woman, who was staying as a long-term guest.  Everyday grandfather would be there to open the door for her as she came and went. The woman was a writer, and being kindred spirits–naturally, they became friends.

One day, she checked out of the hotel and returned to the East. During her stay at the hotel, she had written a play. In November, 1944, it premiered on Broadway. It was a smash hit and ran for nearly five-years. It won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1945. The name of the playwright? Mary Chase. Her play? HARVEY. Based on her friendship and affection for grandfather, the friendly hotel doorman, she honored him by naming her pooka, the invisible 6-6″ rabbit, after him! 

 

Hollywood High School campus in 1920s and 1930s

 

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 UPDATE TO CURRENT BLOG  6.10.10

I.   After receiving the above information on my grandfather I did a little research and located and ordered the Hollywood High School “Crimson and White” booklet which was an informational brochure made by the student body and printed at the school printing press.  I found a booklet printed in 1923-24 and upon receiving it, much to my surprise discovered that grandfather Harvey was teaching printing in 1923! This means he was on faculty at the high school campus for more than 20-years! I have also included a scan of the loyalty song from 1923. Do you think it has changed any? See photos below:

                                 Grandfather Harvey Printing Instructor at Hollywood High 1923

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1923 Hollywood High School “Loyalty Song”

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Seen below, “Harvey Hunters”, kelvin & angelbrother Kelvin (11 months younger than I) and his wife Angel, 20 Somthing?
The below e-mail comment was received today from “D.E”, a highly respected local L.A. researcher/historian. Thanks much for the kind words and encouragement- “D”.
 
Mr. Hodel;
 
Why does your continued work constantly shock and amaze me? Because you keep uncovering more layers, more morsels and more bloody ‘Stump”-prints from the discarded ashcan of history.
Not only have you broadened, clarified and articulated a clearer understanding of the intricate history that is the true legacy of the city of the “fallen” angels, but the noir image you capture fits perfectly those memories I have from living in L.A. in the very shadow of Mt.Lee my entire life.
I’ve spent most of my adult life researching government perfidy, corruption and manipulation and trying to come to a correct understanding of the realities of life. So I have some perspective in a reality base on how and why these things work.
Your work on the Dahlia case is, without question, one of the most bizarre adventures any author could have embarked on. In your case, that journey was complicated beyond measure by all the extenuating circumstances; Your own father as the prime suspect, the intransigence of the established power structure (police Dept, political power brokers, existing press empires) to revisit any of the multifaceted issues arising from that crime or the veiled cover ups that followed.
Your journey has been more than a roller coaster ride. I can only imagine the lows felt with the non-action taken in any meaningful sense after all your revelations. Yet you continue to amaze!
Now, with the help of your brother, another element of this never ending story comes floating to the surface of the cesspool: You father falsifies information on the death certificate of his very own father-in-law.
 
As you so appropriately point out, your Grandfather’s personal disdain for Heir Doctor Hodel would have precluded him from being his personal physician. And Dr. Hodel’s control and manipulation of the “official” record of death of a potential antagonist, who, undoubtedly, possessed inside family knowledge about many of the activities George Hodel was into at the time, is, in itself, beyond any reasonable doubt as to coincidence.
Under the sobriquet of “timing is everything:” Your Grandfather’s death occurring on the very day of your father’s acquittal of the incest charges against Tamar leaves more than just another “thought print.”
Keep on doing what I am sure is what you must do.
The true understanding of history deserves no less. 

D.E., Los Angeles