You're listening to American Shadows, a production of I Heart radio and Grimm and Mild

from Aaron Manky.

New York City can be a harsh place during the winter.

In January of 1915, the residents complained bitterly about the relentless blizzards in ice.

To combat the weather, the mayor hired snow fighters, men who worked in shifts to

keep the streets shoveled.

Snow felt quicker than the men could shovel though, and the freezing sleet that followed

made travel hazardous, if not lethal.

News about the war hadn't helped morale.

Typhoid Mary Mowlin had recently broken quarantine to resume work as a cook, causing

outbreaks across the city.

And as bad as all that sounds, things were about to get worse.

Frederick Moors walked into the police station and calmly announced he'd just murdered eight

people.

At first, the officers thought that misunderstood him.

Frederick Moors wasn't his birth name, he told them.

He'd changed it from Karl Menterick, but he chose Moors because he liked the Latin

phrase Memento Mori, which means, remember, you will die.

He chose Frederick for its root words meaning peace and ruler.

Moors told them he was a medical man, or at least that that was what he wanted to be.

He had found a job at the German Oddfellows home for the elderly in Junkers, where he earned

$18 a month plus Roman board, in exchange for helping to care for the 350 residents as

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