69 years ago today Bonnie and Clyde died an epic death. Lovers in life and lovers in death, their romantic story captured hearts around the world. Their adventures and relationship create a titillating story as fantastic as something from a book or legend. Bonnie was a sweet, well-educated girl of 18 when she met Clyde. Though Clyde was also 18, he had already had many run-ins with the law. He had a sporadic education, a rebellious nature, a love for playing saxophone music, and a charming air. Clyde was visiting a girlfriend when he saw Bonnie cooking in the kitchen. Bonnie and Clyde fell in love the moment they saw each other.
Bonnie found out about Clyde’s problems with the law when the police came to arrest him. He was sentenced to two years in prison. Bonnie visited every day and eventually managed to smuggle him a gun and he escaped that night. Clyde was caught and imprisoned again. Since he was too far away to visit, Bonnie and Clyde constantly wrote to each other. When Clyde got out, thanks to his mother’s pleas, he tried to clean up his act, but found it impossible. He returned to Bonnie to continue their life together, in a stolen car. They were chased, and while Clyde got away, Bonnie was caught and spent several months in prison. She whiled away the time by writing poetry. No matter what happened, how many people Clyde killed, Bonnie always stuck by his side, wildly in love with her man.
Bonnie and Clyde traveled the country, robbing, killing, getting shot, and loving each other passionately. The couple fascinated the newspapers, who published their stories. The articles captures the interests and hearts of people across the country in these hard times. The couple was found even more endearing when someone found some film and developed it- to discover that it was pictures of the rebellious couple.
One time Bonnie and Clyde stole a car. The owner saw it and chased after them in a friend’s car with her in it. The car chase ended when the owner of the car realized that they would never be able to catch up to the wild, gutsy criminals. The rebels took the owner of the car and his friend in the stolen car and drove while with them, Bonnie holding a gun to them. Bonnie told them that she would have shot their captives if they weren’t so likable. Bonnie asked the owner of the stolen car what he did for his profession. When he answered undertaker, Bonnie laughed and said that he’d probably see her again soon.
Bonnie and Clyde drove off a bridge. Clyde and one of their associates escaped, but Bonnie was pinned under the car when it caught fire. Locals called the police helped her from the burning wreckage. The police were overpowered by the Barrow gang. Clyde carried Bonnie into a car and loaded the police in as well and drove off. The cops were later released. The thieves ran into more trouble as members of the Barrow gang were shot and Clyde was in another car accident while trying to escape. Bonnie’s leg would be deformed for the rest of her short life since they couldn’t risk getting proper medical attention.
Bonnie and Clyde wanted to visit their parents. On their way there they were ambushed and shot at. Though both were hit in the leg, they managed to run away. Law officers begin to harass Bonnie and Clyde’s families, hoping for information on where the couple are. A special agent is hired to track Bonnie and Clyde.
One of the Barrow Gang’s member’s father sided with the police and helped them set a trap for Bonnie and Clyde. Officers waited for the couple with armor-piercing bullets. In the morning the couple approached in a stolen car. They were told to give up. They reached for their guns. The police started shooting. Clyde was shot in the head and killed. Bonnie screamed as she watched her lover die. She would not mourn long. 167 bullets shot through the car, killing Bonnie. 50 bullets passed through the bodies of Bonnie and Clyde. Bonnie was 23. Clyde was 24.
Though Bonnie and Clyde wished to be buried together, Bonnie’s parents wouldn’t have it. Over 20,000 people came to see Bonnie buried. Clyde was buried next to his brother under a stone with a quote he chose, “Gone but not forgotten.”
“The Story of Suicide: The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde.”
By Bonnie Parker
We, each of us, have a good alibi
For being down here in the joint;
But few of them are really justified,
If you get right down to the point.
You have heard of a woman’s glory
Being spent on a downright cur.
Still you can’t always judge the story
As true being told by her.
As long as I stayed on the island
And heard confidence tales from the gals,
There was only one interesting and truthful,
It was the story of Suicide Sal.
Now Sal was a girl of rare beauty,
Though her features were somewhat tough,
She never once faltered from duty,
To play on the up and up.
Sal told me this tale on the evening
Before she was turned out free,
And I’ll do my best to relate it,
Just as she told it to me.
I was born on a ranch in Wyoming,
Not treated like Helen of Troy,
Was taught that rods were rulers,
And ranked with greasy cowboys. . . .
You’ve read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died
If you’re still in need of something to read
Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow Gang,
I’m sure you all have read
how they rob and steal and those who squeal
are usually found dying or dead.
There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups
They’re not so ruthless as that
Their nature is raw, they hate all law
Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers
They say they are heartless and mean
But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around and taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
‘Til he said to me, “I’ll never be free,
So I’ll meet a few of them in hell.”
The road was so dimly lighted
There were no highway signs to guide
But they made up their minds if all roads were blind
They wouldn’t give up ’til they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
Sometimes you can hardly see
But it’s fight man to man, and do all you can
For they know they can never be free.
From heartbreak some people have suffered
From weariness some people have died
But all in all, our troubles are small
‘Til we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
And they have no clue or guide
If they can’t find a fiend, just wipe the slate clean
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There’s two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow Mob
They had no hand in the kidnap demand
Nor the Kansas City Depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy
“I wish old Clyde would get jumped
In these hard times we’s get a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped.”
The police haven’t got the report yet
But Clyde called me up today
He said, “Don’t start any fights, we aren’t
working nights, we’re joining the NRA.”
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide
Where the women are kin, and men are men
And they won’t stool on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent a nice flat
About the third night they’re invited to fight
By a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.
They don’t think they’re tough or desperate
They know the law always wins
They’ve been shot at before, but they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they’ll go down together
And they’ll bury them side by side
To few it’ll be grief, to the law a relief
But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.