"Some photographers are the poets of purple mountains' majesty. Some are the poets of the placid suburbs. Weegee is the poet of small-timers who died face down on a city pavement at 3 a.m. in a pool of their own blood."
— Richard Lacayo, Photography: Dames! Stiffs! Mugs!, Time Magazine, January 12, 1998
I'd put him between 35 and 45 - remember most people married and started spawning much younger than they do today, so it would be entirely possible for him to be 35 and have three teenage children. Whoever he is, it's not Hitler. This guy's jaw is too square, for one thing.