Clipped From Jefferson City Post-Tribune
"JlfSTICE HAS BEEN' DONE" Public opinion placed UJP rope around the neck of Walter McGee. The p.velvc men who sat on the jury merely voiced the sentiments of Missouri ctrizens. His fate was Denied when he confessed to a crime considered particularly detestable by all the laws of decency. If W a l t e r McGee lijici been living 60 years in the old ^mpi-jcnn \Vest, he would not have lived to face a jury of his peers. The Daltons, the Jameses, the Youngers, would have turned their hard faces from him. Billy the Kid and Pat Garrett would have forgotten their feud and placed their two hands on the rope which jerked him into space. In the eyes of the frontier, he would have been judged unclean, lower than a hor.se thief, a man of despicable character. The outlaws of the older days did not war upon women. They did not shoot their enemies from behind, sending a hail of machine gun bullets the backs or their foes. They did not kidnap helpless babies from their cradles. The Daltons died at- Coffeyville, died dead game with Emmett Dai- ton riding back into a Hell of flame to rescue a brother wounded to the death. They raised a tough breed then, a hard breed, but they did not whimper when death dealt the cards, when the sheriff fitted their necks to the hempen noose. They did not whine, they did not cringe. They paid the penalty without a manner. The modern criminal, the creator of the "snatch" racket, could take lessons from them. They were hard cases but they knew how to die. They did not need an attorney to stand at the wailing wall for teem. They did not ask for a lawyer man to bemoan the cruel fate which threatened them with dire punishment. "Justice has been done." That wns the verdict of Mary McElroy.s father. That is the verdict echoed in the hearts of the American people. Walter McGee was a kidnaper. He and those unknown fiends who slew the Lindbergh babe belonged to the same unholy fraternity. His attorney insisted that the girl was not harmed, that Waiter McGee would not kill anyone, he was a "fine fellow." If Walter McGee is as high-minded an individual as his lawyer claims him to be, the barrister whose tearful plea failed to touch the gentlemen of the jury should thank them for giving his client a passport to eternity.