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Journal Times Bulletin from Racine, Wisconsin • Page 6

Journal Times Bulletin from Racine, Wisconsin • Page 6

Racine, Wisconsin
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SIX THE RACINE JOURNAL-TIMES SUNDAY BULLETIN, SEPTEMBER IS, 1935. How Has He Been Spending His Days in the Shadow of Death? BRUNO HAUPTMANN -THE MAN IN CELL 9 With Iron Nerve, He Sits Watching Fellow Convicts Tread "Last Mile" By PAUL HARRISON TRENTON, N. Sept. Bruno Richard Hauptmann goee to the electric chair for the murder of the Lindbergh baby there is no one who doubts that he will walk that "last mile" without having added a word to what if left of the kidnaping mystery. morning since last February 16, when guards are astir and dawn filters through the frosted skylight outside his cell, Hauptmann has.

awakened to check a new day on his calendar. He cloes this impassively enough. Calmly, too, he has torn off the leaves of spent months, until there are only a few chapters left in his book of October. 1 November, December. Or will there be a December? HauptJiiann doesn't seem to worry about it.

He says good morning to hit guards, and sometimes asks kind of a day it will be. He hated the pitiless summer heat that beat down on the little brick death house in the prison yard. dresses in blue denim trousers, blue cotton shirt, socks, heavy shoes Watched by vigilant guards, he is allowed to shave himself and does so regularly and fastidiously. Food is handed him on paper plates, accompanied by stiff paper forks and spoons of the type sold for picnicking. Throughout his confinement Hauptmann's appetite has been excellent.

Has Gained About 5 Pounds. "He hasn't had a moment or illness," said Col. Mark O. Kimberling, prison warden. "Sleeps well, and manages to get a reasonable amount of exercise In his cell.

Our doctor goes to the death house every day, and he says Hauptmann probably has gained five pounds in weight. The man certainly doesn't seem to be especially worried; all along I have noticed that he either must be very confident of an appeal, or else is completely philosophical about his fate." Colonel Kimberling assumed his post as warden a few days after Hauptmann was received at the prison as Convict No. 17400. So Hauptmann was In Cell 9 when the warden spent two and a half hours in the death house during "his inspection rounds one evening. He wanted to tee what it was like, he explained, and so remained there to talk with guards and Here is what it is" like: Along 'one wall is a wide corridor with 'a door and there is an opaque srky- I.light.

Against the other wall arc I two tiers of cells, nine in each tier. 'They arc extra large cells, twelve square. Between each Is a solid partition. None has a win- 'dow. New Jersey considers its death house escape-proof.

In 1919 a condemned man did succeed in climb- Ing through the skylight, but was within the prison and immediately wan recaptured. Extra are said to have been assigned to watch Hauptmann, but Colonel Kimberling declines to dis- cuss any special security measures. Cell Is 10 Paces From Cluilr. i security measure seems to have been assigning Hauptmann to Cell 9 at the end of the row in the lower tier. Thus it is farthest from the main entrance from the prison j-a'rd, but right next to the gray door that leads to the death chamber.

For Hauptmann. the "last mile" would be a matter of only about 10 paces. Four men have walked past Hauptmann through that pray door to eternity. And his nerves did not crack. One man was the closest friend he has had in prison Earth, :2, born in Germany, convicted of murder during a holdup.

They used to talk together in German. When Garth passed Cell on the night of March 1C, Hauptmann said, "Have in God!" Three other men were executed in de Stefano, Michael Mule and Connie Scar-pone. The terror of two of them during preceding days unnerved even veteran guards, but apparently did not affect Hauptmann. When ihey passed him he called out a single admonition: "Pray to God!" Companions Hopeful, Too. According to Colonel Kimber- lingi Hauptmann's neighbors the death house now are William Henry Jones, a Negro, a Jew named Zied, and an Italian, Favorito.

The latter recently received a last- minute reprieve, and appeals are pending in the cases of the other two. Zied and Hauptmann do most of the talking, the warden tays. although their cells are not adjoining. In fact, the cubicle next tp Cell 9 to vacant. Hauptmann can play checkers with Zied, man having a hoard and calling the moves back and forth.

Keepers play cards and Acame to me all written in German longhand," said Colonel Kimber i ling. "I had the whole thing trans lated, and it amounted to 218 type written 60,000 words Hauptmann seems able to express himself quite Intelligently in Ger man. No, the board of prison man agers has not yet released the man uscript for publication." Prisoners in the death are not permitted to leave the! cells for exercise, and so Haupt mann's face has the usual prison pallor. He is permitted to writ' six letters and receive two each month. Mrs.

Anna Hauptmann visits him twice a month but frequently has exceeded that officia limit by going in with C. Lloyd Fisher, defense attorney, whosi calls are not restricted. Mrs. Emma Gloeckner, his sister, has seei him twice. He has not seen his son, Manfried, but Colonel Kimberling doubts that such a visit could be prevented if the prisoner should insist upon it.

Ilruno nicliard Hauptmann "certainly doesn't seem to be especially worried." checkers with the condemned men, too, the latter seating themselves next the bars and reaching through them to take a trick or crown a king. Wrote Story of His Life. Hauptmann is allowed no special food or candy, according to the prison store, and smokes almost his only betrayal of nervousness. He has not done much reading, nor is chere any record that he has requested any special books except a Bible. For several months he largely occupied himself with' writing an autobiography, which he hoped could be printed and sold to swell warden.

He buys cigarets from the his defense fund. "The manuscript Visitors Are Itrstrirfctl. Hauptmann occasionally chatt with the Methodist chaplain of the prison, the Rev. John Goorley. but has chosen LS his spiritual adviso the Rev.

D. G. Werner, of New York, a Lutheran minister. Dr Werner comes to Trenton once a week and talks with Hauptmann about half an hour. No visitors other than those named will be admitted.

Hauptmann cannot be seen or interviewed by the press. There is a radio in the corridor, controlled by the keepers and turned off at 10 oclock each evening. Hauptmann always requests musical programs. During the weeks of his confinement he wrote the words and music of a sort of love song" is the only available description of it. He tried to organize a death-house quartet, but didn't get much cooperation.

His cell contains a bunk, with mattresses and blankets, a Inble. a chair, and toilet facilities. On one wall are pasted about fifteen pictures of his wife and child. He is not allowed to read newspapers, but some of the pictures are reproductions clipped from ne.vspa- pers and admitted on Hauptmann's special petition. And then there is the calendar, with only four leaves left.

(Continued Next Sunday) When aviator had gone on to his cottage Marsh said, "Frago- net and his wife are coming in on the afternoon train. Like to ride to the station with me to greet them in proper style?" "Why, yes just as soon as I change." Jo hurried to her room, exchanged her shorts and jacket for one of the bright prints she had found at Lytsen's, and met Marsh at the steps of the veranda. She was just climbing into his car when she caught sight of Babs Montgomery seated on the rail of the veranda. Babs was watching ner through a haze of cigaret smoke and the look in her eyes was unmistakable. She waved her hand almost imperceptibly.

"Hello, Jo Darien," she said indolently. Jo returned more effusively. "I want to see you later, Babs. I've been mean- ng to hunt you up, "Oh, sure," Babs said. "1 Know.

Business is business." Flushing at the rebuff. Jo rlimb- in beside Marsh. He slid the car into gear and they sped down he gravel road. "I'd suspect that you and Babs have a little feud on," he said at ast "You the greeting, but couldn't say it was a 'eud," Jo told him. "She's never quite liked me.

I'm afraid." Marsh looked at her. "Why don't you tell me the truth, Jo? Sure it wasn't over a man?" "Did she tell you that" asked o. her face aflame. "Well, not directly." "It isn't true. I think she did ike a boy I was going with at the university, Marsh laughed.

"Forget it! Babs is just a bit spoiled, that's all. She's all right heart. In fact, she really does like you, Jo." Jo was so astonished at this remark that she had no answer, and Marsh went on; "She told me about you and this young fellow. Bret Paul. In fact suggested I'd make you and Paul very happy if I got him down here this summer.

I understand he sometimes works as a life guard in the summe: and I do have to have a life guard. State regulation." For a moment Jo was too angry to speak. Finally she said slow- make the least difference either to him or me And 1 wish Babs Montgomery wouldn't attend my affairs." "Do you mean that, too?" "Why why, no. You haven't -7-" Jo faltered, stopped altogether They drove a while in silence, and then Marsh said, "This job may be more difficult than either of us imagined, Jo. This Todd he tried to make love to you?" "No.

What makes you suspect he might have?" "You're" pretty and I know Todd. Of course he's asked you to go up with him" "Y-yes. He" mentioned it this morning." Marsh nodded. "That's the beginning." He was silent again, watching the road ahead with more than his usual care. Jo's thoughts were conflicting and puzzled.

He aeamed half-angry with her, and she wondered why. The only possible reason was that he really thought she'd spent too much time with Barston. and that his jest that afternoon had serious implications. Unless could he be jealous? Jealous, perhaps, without even realizing it himself as yet? Jo berated herself mentally for this thought, assured herself that there was no point In her being a fool just because she had an attractive lot of clothes and a number of equally attractive men about. Still silent.

Marsh drew the car alongside the little station just as the afternoon train pulled abreast of it A tall, dark man in white flannels stepped down from tine of the cars almost before it had stopped, and held out his hand to a smartly dressed woman. Jo recognized them both from pictures she had and Mrs. Peter Fragonet, the movie star and his pretty wife. Marsh yelled jovially over the windshield. "Hi there.

Pete!" The tall man turned and flashed a wide dazzling smile, a smile Jo had seen hundreds of 'times at the little movie house in Weston, and at the neighborhood theater near the university district. CHAPTER IS The Fragonets walked hurriedly to the car almost before Marsh had a chance to get out of It. "Doug!" Fragonet cried Edna doesn't like planes." Mrs. Fragonet laughed. "I think Pete can get me into a plane when it's time to return to Hollywood.

How are you, Doug?" "Great. Edna," Marsh told her. He turned to Jo Darien. "This is Miss Darien. I think you two will be great friends And this, Jo this is the one and only the stupendously charming the colossal "Never mind Doug." Fragonet stepped forward grinning.

"My name is Peter Fragonet, Miss Darien." Jo liked him at once. She decided liked him better off the screen than on for now he seemed real and natural and without pose. His voice was wholly unaffected. It was in fact quite ordinary and without the deep quality she had heard in the sound pictures. "Edna and I will sit in front" Douglas Marsh said.

"I hope you and Pete "won't mind the rumble seat Jo." "She'd better not," Fragonet said, smiling at Jo. "Me, I like rumble seats." He helped Jo into the rear compartment and hopped in beside her. As the car pulled away from the station, he heaved a great sigh. "It's certainly great to be here." He turned to Jo with a sudden troubled expression. "No other Hollywood denizens at Crest Lake, are there?" "No," Jo told him lightly.

"The best we can boast so far is a department store owner and a long- distance aviator." "Good," he said humorously. "I don't like other Hollywood people around. Especially movie people. I want to be the whole show." He ed his wrist and raised her eyebrows in mock astonishment. "You are!" she exclaimed.

Then she grew suddenly serious. "Honestly though, I've enjoyed your, pictures a lot, Mr. Fragonet." "Don't you dare begin that!" he warned her. Then: "Have you known Doug long? I don't teem to remember you being with him when he was in I'm darned certain I would remember if you'd" been there." "Your memory'! still good. I've known Mr.

Marsh only a few days. You see, I'm working for him." "Oh, I see. His secretary?" Fra- gonet asked. 'No. I'm the hostess at Crest Lake Inn." 'And a delightful one, I'm sure," Fragonet said When they reached the Inn and debarked from the roadster.

Jo thought that Mrs. Fragonet glanced at her and' the actor rather if she hadn't trusted them together. But Jo tossed this from her mind as imagination, excused herself from the trio and went to her room. Fragonet, she decided, was an admirable young man, and deserving of all the success he Irad attained. She had thought he would be arrogant and blown with ego: but, surprisingly, he he was something a great deal like Bret Paul.

A handsome Bret Paul who was careful about his dress. Jo had dinner in her room, then read for an hour or so before beginning leisurely preparations for dance that evening. She was not quite certain as to what her duties would be at the dance. She had half-expected that Marsh would escort her, or at least advise her, for this was the first formal function at the Inn since her arrival. But he had said nothing further about it since the morning he had told her he planned the affair for Friday night, and had ordered down an orchestra.

As she was laying out the new beige lace she had bought'at Lyt- sen's the telephone rang and she heard the voice of Todd Barsfon. "I wondered if you'd let me take ou to the dance tonight," he said gaily. "The truth is. I'd much rather stag a I know '11 never have a chance to dance vith you unless you're very much vith me." For. a moment Jo was non- jlussed.

She was not at all certain vhether she should accept suoh an nvitation from one of Marsh's there was still the possibility that Marsh expected her to be free. "Well, you see, Mr. "I would have asked you much iooner," Barston broke in, "l-ut 1 had an idea our young owner was aklng you. I just learned a mo- nent ago he's dining with the VIontgomerys in their' cottage 'and hey'll all be over later. So 1 the telephone and my here I am." Jo's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't have honestly told her- elf why.

But in a flash she plc- ured Marsh and Babs Montgomery dancing together, and Babs smirk- ng beside his shoulder. What I was going to say. Mr. Barston. is that I may have some hings to look after, "Oh.

I won't mind that. I'll just lang about until you get through louring coffee or waxing the floor. whatever it is you have to do." Jo laughed in spite of herself. All right, then. Knock on my about nine." His knock came very promptly nine, and when Jo stepped into he hall the aviator's gaze swept ler up and down appreciatively.

"You're lovely, Jo Darien. You He stopped suddenly, looking Deyond her with a sudden, embar- assed expression. Jo turned to ee Mrs. Marsh coming quietly own the hallway. "Good evening, Mrs.

Marsh," Jo aid. "Are you going to watch the lancing tonight?" For a moment Mrs. Marsh did lot reply. She glanced at the oor which Jo had not yet closed, nd then at Todd Barston. Then, ery deliberately, she said, "I hard- care for modern dance music, liss Darien.

Thank you, and ood night. Good night, Mr. Barton." When she had disappeared up he stairway to the Marsh nent, Barston let out a long low "That old gal certainly isturbs me. She looked at us as she thought we might have been icking the embroidering out of he towels." Jo's face was flaming. "Obvi- usly she thinks you were in my oom." Well, good Lord, even If I had een, I don't She forced a laugh.

"We mustn't et the evening be spoiled. Mrs. larsh really doesn't mean any- hing." The band was already playing they reached the huge It was a band which et Jo's blood tingling and her fool apping. The Fragonets had own early, and were dancing to- "City of the Blind" Prosperous Community Jugoslavian Agrarian Union, Started With 35 Sightless Soldiers Seven Years Ago, Has 300 Residents Today. Grinding VETERXIK.

So successful has been the "City of the Blind" here that Austria now considering building another such self-sustaining village on an even larger scale. The "City of the Blind" is a community of blind World war veterans. It was seven years ago that King Alexander I conceived the idea of founding a colony for Wind soldiers who had no property or" their own. The minister of agricui- was ordered to start the agrarian union of blind soldiers. He selected Dr.

Velyko Kamadanovitcn to direct the work. A site was chosen at Novi Sad, he district of Solunfund, near Belgrade. It was at Solunfund that a jloody battle had taken place and 31 Jugoslavian soldiers had lost their eyesight- The colony was called "Veternik," named after an mportant position on the southern front during the war. Started 'With 35 Soldiers. To start the colony, 35 soldiers were each given a plot of ground of approximately SO acres each.

Houses for each were built. Each soldier received the necessary agricultural implements from the government. Dr. Romadanovitch ad- vertised for brides. Many responded.

Today the colony numbers approximately 300 persons. All the children born have full sight. This small group of self-sustaining individuals enjoy life. IVltn the profits from their farms and their pensions from the government each family had a steady income. Their time is not all spent in working their land.

Recreation facilities and simple amusements have been provided for the families. Community Has Prospered. A library with a braille readin 1 room for the sightless soldiers was built. An orchestra was formed and on holidays the whole community gathers round to be entertained by the musicians In the village. The community has prospered and its fame has spread to the far corners of the country.

Dr. Ramadanovitch, director ot the village, also Is the director of the King Alexander I Institute for the Blind at Zemun, which was founded in December, 1917. He first came into prominence when 'ie collected all the Serbian soldiers who were Minded or deafened in the war and started their rehabili- tation In a barrack which was provided, by the French government. After Serbia had been liberated, all the war-blinded soldlerrf'were transferred to Zemun, where tho first school for tha blind in Jugo- slavia was set in operation. Lost Charge Accounts Found, Duns Are Due PROVIDENCE, R.

tomers of the JIansfleld public market may be dunned for debts contracted in 1939. While grappling in a lake in Roger Williams park to remove weeds, and ERA worker hauled up a steel filing cabinet containing charge account bills. The store had been robbed in 1929 and the cabinet probably was dumped in the lake by the thieves when they discovered it wasn't a safe. Name of Ohio Town Changed Four Times WILLOUGHBT, of this little northern Ohio town inclined to wonder what really In a name. Before this community became Wllloughby, it had four other names.

First it was "Shagarinl," an Indian name meaning "clear water." Then It became known as Elk River. Later, it was named Charlton, and still later, Chagrin. But since 1933 It has been WI.1- loughby. Talking Movies to Aid High School Chemists Innovation expected to attract wide and favorable comment in scholastic circles is to be introduced in John Marshall high school this fall. The plan entails use ot talking pictures to facilitate instruction in chemistry and history.

The. pictures, showing classes demonstrating and explaining various steps of experiments, will be used to. supplement present laboratory Instruction methods. HAIR THAT VflOWS Soft ringlets, chic an enchanting new if it hadrv't been for the DeLuxt Shampoi) treatment oil OUT skill would hardfy hove sufficed. More than a shampoo, Admiracion is a conditioner, bcau- tificr in itself.

Ask us to DeLUXE BEAUTY SHOPS Nonhiidr 1.107 Stale St. P. Downtown 330 Main St. J. OUT Stella Jrllnea.

owner IP THI HAIR ISN'T liaHT, TMI COIMURI ISN'T DO YOU KNOW OF A BETTER PLACE FOR TREASURE HUNTING? WE WILL ADVERTISE THESE IN THE WANT ADS. AND THESE ATTIC STOWAWAYS ARE AS GOOD AS OLD GOLD WHEN IT COMES TO BEING TURNED INTO CASH. grinned at her, his hat pulled rtown ether, the only couple so far on against the wind. They might well have been alone in the car. the floor.

not have such music go for Marsh and Mrs. Fragonet seem- to waste," Barston said, an! Jo absorbed in their own talk, but I drifted away in his arms. Across against the sound of the motor the floor, lowering above hi.i wife's and the rush of wind the two in red head, Peter Fragonet nodded the rumble seat could not and smiled; and Jo knew from his guish their words. "You know." Jo confessed, "1 don't know what to say to you. I've thought of movie stars as people from another world." "Well," Fragonet laughed, "we're from another world, possibly.

But it's a mighty human world just the same. "Look!" He held out his wrist. "Pinch you'll find glad we are to get off that i I'm just like anybody else." glance that Barston had been right, and she was lovely in the beige lace. (Continued Next Sunday) FOL'K ESCAPE JROJT DELUGE FINDI-AT, beneath 11 tons of scrap Iron, a family of four from Courtland, escaped with minor injuries near here. Their car collided with a ly, "Whether your life puard is blasted train.

I hope jour plnce is Her eyes twinkled with delight truck loaded with the scrap metal Bret Paul or someone else doesn't worth it. I'd flown at Fragonet's bandinage, Jo pinch- and both vehicles turned over. CASH WILL GLADLY BE PAID FOR THINGS YOU DON'T VERY month every year every housecleaning you've been putting tomething else aside in the family itoreroom, intending to "get rid of it," or "give it away," or maybe sell to someone in need. But you forget. And it keeps accumulating.

And you have nothing but a crowded storeroom! We're asking you not to delay another minute! Sit down right now, with a copy of our Classified Columns Section, and see how many people want to BUY the things you've discarded. You'll be amazed to learn that you can convert all those things into IMMEDIATE CASH or maybe exchange them for things you need. Use the Classified Columns because they spell MONEY for you an-i if you don't see the opportunity you Call Jackson 600 Ask For Ad Taker.

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