Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-28

3, MONDAY, JANUARY
broken record. One Of the red paper
evening sheets with a fondness for sign
BOARD scare heads has taken poor littl,
Evelyn Nesbit Thaw to the verge of col
lapse within the first three days Of jur,
selection. What will become Of this slende
H!1e wlsp OF really attractive femininit,
wnen the prosecution begins to hurl it
Droadside OF damning testimony agains
the accused. no one can say. The limit O
Dox-car letters has been reached. unles.
the yellow journals intend to increase the
SIZE size OF their front pages to a point which
count.
The Many Collapses.
Everybody remembers:
Albert T. Patrick on the verge of col
lapse!'
Nan Patterson on the verge of collapsed
Moiyneux on the verge Of collapsev'
Ierranova Girl on the verge of collapsed!
lapsew
And now It Is
Evelyn Thaw on verge of collapse.Y
Verliy the Wolf-cry has lost its alarm and
ingenuity has given way to the rubber
stamp style OF so-called journalism
Harry Thaw, as a matter of fact, does
not appear in any way abnormal AS he
sits in court each day, the cynosure of all
eyes, with pens of half hundred writer's
poised in the air ready to put down his
every move and eye-glance, his bearing Is
that of dignity and gentleness. His position
Is difficult one to say the least, and in
this respect the little Nesbit girl shares
his plight. She, too, must be stared at by
the excitement experts every moment Of
the day and an Interpretation must be given
to the gaping public of the slightest nod Of
her head or the number Of folds in the
chiffon veil she never lifts from her face.
These interpretations vary as the winds,
and some of them must indeed be very
startling to little Mrs. Tbaw If she ever
has the temerity to read them. The heart
searchers and X-ray mind-writers OF the
house and get together on their deductions.
Otherwise their scattered and conflicting
statements may not be looked upon as the
writings of paragons Of veracity.
In No Way Unusual.
In a party Of three or more young club
men Of New York city Harry Thaw never
would be picked out as in any way unusual
No one placed in the position of defend
ant in trial for murder in the first degree
has ever carried himself with greater poise
or dignity than the slayer of Stanford
White He has been a complete surprise
to all who have read from time to time the
exaggerated and impossible descriptions OF
the man in the Tombs. Thew, Is tail ana
slender There Is slight stoop to his
shoulders as he walks into the court room
from the prisoners pen" carrying brown
plaid ulster coat on his arm. Thaw towers
above the rather diminutive prison guard
who walks a few feet behind him, ana as
he steps briskly down the aisle to his seat
at the table reserved for his counsel he
looks neither to right nor left until he
comes to the row of chairs where me
family party is grouped. Then he BOWS ana
smiles a greeting that is heartily genuine
and has nothing of the dramatic or studied
pose about it. Thaw is one of the most
natural prisoners ever in court room
Chats With Lawyers.
Once in his seat he chats for time with
his lawyers and then fixes his gaze usually
straight ahead to the jury talesman called
I'D for examination. The prisoner seldom
looks behind him to where his family sits,
and the stories that his wife Is selecting
the Jury which Is to try him are merely
efforts to provide new thrill for the once
a-minute editions. When he Is not LOOKING
at a proposed juror Thaw usually lets MS
eyes droop to the table before him. Dur
ing Friday afternoon he became a bit more
accustomed to his position, and feeling per.
haps that the special writer's mad apou'
exhausted all their theories and ready rea-
sons for his every move, he began to looR
about him: at the benches crowded with
talesmen and at the two long tables occn'
pied by the real, working reporters. Inc
sympathy sellers are segregated IN one cor
ner of the room In arm chairs, WneIe tnes
can think huge thoughts without being dis
turbed by the writer's who stoop TO such
trifiing details as a jurors name. address
and occupation The line between Journalist
and the reporter was never more cioselS
drawn.
While Thaw was looking at the reporters
tables one of the men there was reading q
late edition of his paper. Thaw could see
the front page. and apparently was ae'
yourinR the headlines when another news
paper man CHANGED to meet his gaze. ThaW
smiled guilty as If caught in some boyish
prank. 1t seemed as though he crayeo
some relief from the .monotony OF seeing
one after another OF the taiesmen e1'
cused
A Normal Head.
The prisoner wears always the dark blue
sack coat suit and the blue four-in-hand
necktie he appeared in on the first day OF
the trial Some months ago paper here
published page of pictures of the various
suits Thaw would wear from day to day
His dark brown hair neatly cut and comb.
ed crowns head that to the layman seems
absolutely normal. His features are nelthei
weak nor strong, but are the average 1ea-
lures of the average man. The rather rounc
brown eyes are deep set and this gives
them Just the suspicion of stare or haunt
ing expression which one remembers after
looking at the prisoner for any length OF
time The prisoner is much like his broth
er Edward, who sits near him always. In
fact, the family resemblance is strong IN all
the Thaws, the Countess of Yarmouth belne
noticeably like her prisoner-brother.
1t is difficult to say which attracts the
more attention in the court room, Harry
Thaw or his wife. The latter's position has
been a particularly difficult one ever since
the night of the tragedy. She has practi'
cally been a prisoner indoors for sever
months, and has been seen in public only
when making her daily visits to her nus
band in the Tombs or when taking an oc
casional drive in Central Park. Her every
movement has been watched. It is SINAI
wonder that after this close conhnement y
should be remarked that 1.-The pink an6
ivory of her complexion seems to have van
ished." Mrs. Thaw is pale, and the blue
veil she sometimes wears accentuates the
whiteness Of her skin. Her manner o,
dress is most modest. and despite the foot
of light in which she moves there can bt
fonnS little or nothing to criticise as sh'
undergoes the daily ordeal Of public