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Gambler Mark Fein loses big on 1963 World Series and kills bookmaker Reuben Markowitz
Fein owed bookie $23,000 after Dodgers swept Mickey Mantle and Yanks in Fall Classic
By David J. Krajicek / NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
Saturday, October 26, 2013, 8:00 PM
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Mark Fein (above) killed his bookie Reuben Markowitz after losing big on 1963 World Series.
Schoolboys and other suckers figured the Yankees were a cinch to clobber the Dodgers in the 1963 World Series, played 50 years ago this month.
The New York team had sluggers like Elston Howard, Joe Pepitone and Tom Tresh to support the hobbling M&M Boys, Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle. And they had Whitey Ford and Jim Bouton, both winners of more than 20 games that year, on the mound.
The Yanks also had history on their side, having won 10 championships in the previous 15 years, including 1961 and ’62.
Just before the series opened, a man using his nom-de-gamble called a bookie’s answering service and left a Runyonesque message : “Mr. Shore would like to order seven pinstriped suits, size large.”
It was a lousy bet. Los Angeles trounced New York.
Gloria Kendal helped Fein dispatch of Reuben Markowitz's body.
Dodgers ace Sandy Koufax, out of Brooklyn’s Lafayette High, struck out 15 Yankees to win the first game, then capped a 4-0 series sweep for L.A. by winning the fourth game as well.
On Oct. 10, four days after the series ended, Williamsburg bookie Reuben Markowitz whistled his way to the
Upper East Side to settle up with Mr. Shore. The bookie had $23,890 coming, including the $7,000 Series bet, other accumulated lost wagers and the juice.
Markowitz, 40, didn’t come home that night. His wife reported him missing, and homicide Detective Frank Lyons caught the case.
Lyons began by poring over hundreds of coded phone messages left with the bookie’s service. Many were from Mr. Shore, and Lyons traced his phone number to Apartment 5B at 406 E. 63rd St. Police found Markowitz’s car parked nearby.
Cops fished Markowitz's body out of the Harlem River.
The unit, which seemed newly abandoned, was rented under the name William Weissman, identified in his renter’s application as an engineer with Fein Industries, a New York manufacturer of tin cans and cardboard boxes.
His reference was Mark Fein, 32, son of the company’s wealthy founder, Irving. Mark Fein told Lyons he’d never heard of Weissman.
Fein was in a hurry to get off the phone. So like a good skeptic, Lyons did some legwork.
Fein and his wife, Nancy, lived like royalty with their three young children in a nine-room duplex co-op at 1095 Park Ave. They drove a Lincoln Continental and got tables at fine restaurants, Continental joints like Quo Vadis on E. 63rd, where the merely rich could rub elbows with the filthy rich — kings, Kennedys and Sinatras.
Snooping around, Lyons heard whispers that Mark Fein had a collection of vices that went beyond champagne and caviar. Gambling was among them.
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Yankee sluggers Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle
Lyons went back to the phone records and found that Mr. Shore had placed calls from another apartment, on E. 73rd St. There he found Gloria Kendal, 38, a redheaded looker — and a well-seasoned hooker.
Kendal said Mark Fein was among her best customers, good for $175 a week. She revealed that William Weissman and Fein were one and the same, but swore she knew nothing about the murder of Markowitz.
A month after he disappeared, the bookie’s body surfaced in the roiling waters at Spuyten Duyvil in upper Manhattan. He had been shot four times.
By then, Gloria Kendal had taken a powder. Lyons was waiting when she returned to New York on Feb. 16, 1964 — broke and ready to talk.
Kendal said Fein had called her on Oct. 10 to beg for help at his E. 63rd St. bower of bliss. She arrived to find Markowitz’s 200 pounds of dead weight stuffed inside a black trunk.
Frank Hurley
Sandy Koufax led L.A. Dodgers to Series win over the Yanks in 1963.
“He was very flushed,” she said of Fein. “His hair was messed, and his eyes were enormous.”
Fein told her that he and Markowitz had words about his debt, so he shot him — another expensive wager.
Fein rented a station wagon, and Kendal enlisted two friends to help load the corpus delicti. Fein went on a dinner date with his wife while his minions drove upriver to sink the evidence.
They pulled over at 179th St., near the Alexander Hamilton Bridge, and heaved the trunk into the Harlem River.
Lyons clicked the cuffs on Fein hours after Kendal squealed.
She was the star witness at his murder trial that November, and defense attorney William (The Colonel) Kleinman, one of the New York bar’s best interrogators, couldn’t crack her damning account.
Mark Fein and wife Nancy lived in swanky Park Ave. home.
After two days of discussion, jurors convicted Fein of second degree murder, sparing him the electric chair. He got 30 years.
“Now I ask you,” Detective Lyons told a writer, “wouldn’t it have been cheaper to have paid the bookie?”
While at Sing Sing, Fein used his father’s wealth to mount 14 appeals, including several marshaled by F. Lee Bailey. In the end, Fein lost as resoundingly as the Yankees did 50 years ago.
He also lost his family. Nancy and his children dropped the Fein surname.
Fein rejoined his father’s business when he was paroled in 1977, after just 13 years locked up. His name bubbled up again in the news in 1994 when he battled his ex-wife over proceeds from the $1.4 million sale of the Park Ave. coop, which they bought in 1960 for $65,000.
A judge said Fein had contributed nothing to his family “except disgrace and abandonment.” Yet she awarded him $419,000.
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Gambler Mark Fein loses big on 1963 World Series and kills bookmaker Reuben Markowitz
Fein owed bookie $23,000 after Dodgers swept Mickey Mantle and Yanks in Fall Classic
By David J. Krajicek / NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
Saturday, October 26, 2013, 8:00 PM
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Schoolboys and other suckers figured the Yankees were a cinch to clobber the Dodgers in the 1963 World Series, played 50 years ago this month.
The New York team had sluggers like Elston Howard, Joe Pepitone and Tom Tresh to support the hobbling M&M Boys, Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle. And they had Whitey Ford and Jim Bouton, both winners of more than 20 games that year, on the mound.
The Yanks also had history on their side, having won 10 championships in the previous 15 years, including 1961 and ’62.
Just before the series opened, a man using his nom-de-gamble called a bookie’s answering service and left a Runyonesque message : “Mr. Shore would like to order seven pinstriped suits, size large.”
It was a lousy bet. Los Angeles trounced New York.
Dodgers ace Sandy Koufax, out of Brooklyn’s Lafayette High, struck out 15 Yankees to win the first game, then capped a 4-0 series sweep for L.A. by winning the fourth game as well.
On Oct. 10, four days after the series ended, Williamsburg bookie Reuben Markowitz whistled his way to the
Upper East Side to settle up with Mr. Shore. The bookie had $23,890 coming, including the $7,000 Series bet, other accumulated lost wagers and the juice.
Markowitz, 40, didn’t come home that night. His wife reported him missing, and homicide Detective Frank Lyons caught the case.
Lyons began by poring over hundreds of coded phone messages left with the bookie’s service. Many were from Mr. Shore, and Lyons traced his phone number to Apartment 5B at 406 E. 63rd St. Police found Markowitz’s car parked nearby.
The unit, which seemed newly abandoned, was rented under the name William Weissman, identified in his renter’s application as an engineer with Fein Industries, a New York manufacturer of tin cans and cardboard boxes.
His reference was Mark Fein, 32, son of the company’s wealthy founder, Irving. Mark Fein told Lyons he’d never heard of Weissman.
Fein was in a hurry to get off the phone. So like a good skeptic, Lyons did some legwork.
Fein and his wife, Nancy, lived like royalty with their three young children in a nine-room duplex co-op at 1095 Park Ave. They drove a Lincoln Continental and got tables at fine restaurants, Continental joints like Quo Vadis on E. 63rd, where the merely rich could rub elbows with the filthy rich — kings, Kennedys and Sinatras.
Snooping around, Lyons heard whispers that Mark Fein had a collection of vices that went beyond champagne and caviar. Gambling was among them.
Yankee sluggers Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle
Lyons went back to the phone records and found that Mr. Shore had placed calls from another apartment, on E. 73rd St. There he found Gloria Kendal, 38, a redheaded looker — and a well-seasoned hooker.
Kendal said Mark Fein was among her best customers, good for $175 a week. She revealed that William Weissman and Fein were one and the same, but swore she knew nothing about the murder of Markowitz.
A month after he disappeared, the bookie’s body surfaced in the roiling waters at Spuyten Duyvil in upper Manhattan. He had been shot four times.
By then, Gloria Kendal had taken a powder. Lyons was waiting when she returned to New York on Feb. 16, 1964 — broke and ready to talk.
Kendal said Fein had called her on Oct. 10 to beg for help at his E. 63rd St. bower of bliss. She arrived to find Markowitz’s 200 pounds of dead weight stuffed inside a black trunk.
Sandy Koufax led L.A. Dodgers to Series win over the Yanks in 1963.
“He was very flushed,” she said of Fein. “His hair was messed, and his eyes were enormous.”
Fein told her that he and Markowitz had words about his debt, so he shot him — another expensive wager.
Fein rented a station wagon, and Kendal enlisted two friends to help load the corpus delicti. Fein went on a dinner date with his wife while his minions drove upriver to sink the evidence.
They pulled over at 179th St., near the Alexander Hamilton Bridge, and heaved the trunk into the Harlem River.
Lyons clicked the cuffs on Fein hours after Kendal squealed.
She was the star witness at his murder trial that November, and defense attorney William (The Colonel) Kleinman, one of the New York bar’s best interrogators, couldn’t crack her damning account.
After two days of discussion, jurors convicted Fein of second degree murder, sparing him the electric chair. He got 30 years.
“Now I ask you,” Detective Lyons told a writer, “wouldn’t it have been cheaper to have paid the bookie?”
While at Sing Sing, Fein used his father’s wealth to mount 14 appeals, including several marshaled by F. Lee Bailey. In the end, Fein lost as resoundingly as the Yankees did 50 years ago.
He also lost his family. Nancy and his children dropped the Fein surname.
Fein rejoined his father’s business when he was paroled in 1977, after just 13 years locked up. His name bubbled up again in the news in 1994 when he battled his ex-wife over proceeds from the $1.4 million sale of the Park Ave. coop, which they bought in 1960 for $65,000.
A judge said Fein had contributed nothing to his family “except disgrace and abandonment.” Yet she awarded him $419,000.
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