The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1911-05-11
CHAPTER XIII.

In the very heart of Manhattan, right
in the center of the city's most con-
gested district, an imposing edifice
of gray stone, medieval in its style of
architecture, lowered high above all
the surrounding dingy offices and
squalid tenements. Its massive con-
struction, steep walls, pointed turrets,
raised parapets and long, narrow, slit
like windows, heavily barred, gave it
the aspect of a feudal fortress incon-
gruously set down Plumb in the midst
of twentieth century New York The
dull roar of Broadway hummed a
couple of blocks away; in the distance
doomed the lofty, graceful spans of
Brooklyn bridge, damned with its op-
posing streams of busy interurban
traffic. The adjacent streets were
filled with the din of hurrying crowds,
the rattle of vehicles, the cries of ven
doris, the clang of street cars, the ugh!
ugh! of speeding automobiles The ac-
tive, pulsating life of the metropolis
surged like rising food about the
tall gray walls, yet there was no re-
Spouse within. Grim, silent, sinister,
the city prison, popularity known as
"the Tombs,' seemed to have nothing
in common with the daily activities of
the big town in which, notwithstand-
ing, it unhappily played an important
part.
The present prison is vastly diff
ferent place to the old Jail from
which it got it's melancholy cognomen.
To-day there is not the slightest justi-
fication for the mgubrious epithet ap-
piled to it, but in the old days, when
mans inhumanity to man was less a
form of speech than cold, merciless
fact, the "Tombs" described an intol-
cradle and disgraceful condition fairly
accurately. Formerly the cells in
which the unfortunate prisoners we're
confined while awaiting trial were sit
uated deep under ground and had nei-
Their light nor ventilation. A man
might be guiltless of the offense with
which he was charged, yet while
awaiting an opportunity to prove his
innocence he was condemned to spend
DAYS, sometimes months, in what was
little better than grave. Literally,
he was buried alive. A party of for
eigners visiting the prison one day
were startled at seeing human beings
confined in such holes. "They look
like tombs!" cried some one New
York was amused at the singularly
appropriate appellative and it has
stuck to the prison ever since.
But times change and institutions
with them. AS man becomes more
civilized he treats the lawbreaker
with more humanity. Probably soci-
ETY. will always need its prisoners,
but as we become more enlightened
we insist on treating our criminals
more from the physiological and psy-
Geological standpoints than in the
cruel, brutal, barbarous manner of the
dark ages. In other words the sociol-
ogist insists that the lawbreaker has
greater need of the physician than he
has of the jailer.
To-day the city prison is a tomb
in name only 1t is admirably con-
structed, commodious, we'll ventilated.
The cells are large and well lighted,
with comfortable cots and ali the
modern sanitary arrangements There
are roomy corridors for daily exercise
and luxurious shower baths can be OBJ
tanned free for the asking. There are
chapels for the religiously inclined
and a library for the studious. The
food is wholesome and we'll prepared
in a large, scrupulously clean kitchen
situated on the top floor. Carping
critics have. indeed, declared the
Tombs TO be too luxurious declaring
that habitual criminals enjoy stay
at the prison and actually commit
crime so that they may enjoy some OF
its hotel-like comforts.
It was with sinking heart and @
dull. gnawing sense of apprehension
that Annie descended from a south
bound Madison avenue car in Center
street and approached the small por-
tai under the forbidding gray walls.
She had visited a prison once before,
when her father died She remem-
bered the depressing ride in the train
to Sing Sing, the formidable steel
doors and ponderous bolts, the narrow
cells, each with its involuntary occu-
PANT IN degrading stripes and closely
cropped hair, and the uniformed
guards armed with rifles. She remem-
bc'ed ii,,w her mother wept and how
she hac wondered why they kept her