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These inmates became friends, as the soldier, Willard, my grandfather, made necessary visits to the prison for his supplies. They exchanged corals for walking sticks, violin bows for turtle shells. Your tintype of Dr. Mudd shows him whittling another cane of hard wood, one of which is in my collection. My grandfather's painting of his lighthouse home, and the little sailboat Jenney of Loggerhead is on my wall before...
...find out anything whatever at Plotzensee Prison, even when correspondents arrived armed with official passes, proved almost impossible. Not until the enormous prison hearse drew up and two bodies were slid in, would anyone reconstruct what had been done in the cold, misty dawn...
...said officials at first, then "They were beheaded." Accustomed to such bare-faced lies, the newshawks patiently pecked for details, finally satisfied themselves that an axing had occurred. With the backs of their heads shaved bald, the Baroness von Berg and Frau von Natzmer were led in coarse, nondescript prison garb to the blood-caked block from which so many heads now roll in the sawdust. The headsman, incongruous in his yellowish celluloid shirtfront, his old silk hat and his red-spotted tailcoat, raised the gleaming ax. Twice it swished down to sever a lovely neck and send the blood...
Recommended for a valor medal in Michigan was Corporal Norman Selby ("Kid McCoy"),* tricky oldtime middle-weight prizefighter and barroom brawler. Two years ago fisticuffer McCoy finished a nine-year term in San Quentin Prison for drunkenly killing a sweetheart. Last August, when a boat capsized in a lake near Ann Arbor, he raced to the rescue in a motorboat. Grey, paunchy and 61, Kid McCoy fished five children from the water, dived deep for their parents until his nose spurted blood from the pressure...
...Owen, who now heads an inflationist group passing as the "Sound Money League," piously replied: "Of course, I would not charge Carter Glass with the undeserved prestige of 'gambling' with a 'prison-convict partner' or for that matter of compounding with the two thieves upon the Cross to sup with them in Paradise. I hope, however, that Paradise will be his destination. There may be left some shred of charity in his heart." No trifling cloakroom squabble was last week's dispute. This time it concerned not only the parentage of the Federal Reserve...