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...institution in the world. All of these you betrayed. By your example the decent forces of the world received a setback. I can see nothing in your record to mitigate the circumstances. . . . I sentence you to an indeterminate term of from five to ten years in State's prison...
Wollersdorf:. Josef Bürckel, the burly Nazi commissar sent by Berlin to Vienna to put on the plebiscite campaign, last week had barracks at Wöllersdorf-which was used as a prison camp for opponents of Dollfuss and later Schuschnigg-soaked with gasoline and set afire. While thousands gaped and the flames roared skyward with such intense heat that Orator Burckel was nearly scorched upon his rostrum and perspiration poured down his beet-red face, he shouted that Nazis will never again be locked up at Wöllersdorf. In Vienna there were rumors in responsible quarters that...
...with gas fumes, a husky, 20-year-old Negro in white trunks coughed, clenched his fists, expanded his chest and fiercely cried: "Joe Louis!" Such was the death two years ago of Allen Foster, first criminal to be executed in the lethal gas chamber of the North Carolina State Prison at Raleigh. The Foster execution lasted eleven minutes, provoked a storm of newspaper criticism. Today lethal gas executions are legal in six States besides North Carolina-Colorado, Nevada, Arizona, Missouri, Wyoming, and Cali-fornia-and are increasingly efficient, but to many conservative criminals and laymen alike the humdrum noose...
Last week 30 spectators flattened their noses curiously, against a bullet-proof glass wall in California's San Quentin prison to watch a preview of a lethal chamber which its makers, Eaton Metal Products Co. of Denver, thought would end all such doubt. Resting on a chair inside was a cage in which waited a small, reddish-brown pig. When a lever was pulled, dropping 16 cyanide eggs into pans of sulfuric acid, thin blue fumes began to rise toward the cage. The pig jumped, squealed, flapped its ears, rolled over. Like Allen Foster, the San Quentin pig died...
...killing and wounding a hundred men or more, dismounting half a dozen guns." With little philosophizing about war and man's fate, Author Forester, competent and unpretentious, hurries his story along, wastes no words as he makes Captain Hornblower a hero, follows him brisky to defeat and to prison from which, presumably, another fast-moving story will be required to free...