New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-01-21

whats the matter? Are they
stiff asked somebody.
"Thcy hurt" I said.
We'll. It's all right n only your
shoulders hurt. The trouble - Wneh
YOU hunt right here" muttered Cas-
, sidy. pointing 20 the left breast o. MS
coat aud smiling grmi".
There's a death house up m sing sing
There are men. locked in =. sitt!ng
.nere waiting for only one thing. lou
500, these men are not fighting IKE
soldicrs in Belgium or Poland. They
arc not out in a big open plain where
the duel with death gives at least a
chance 20 n man. They are sitting
there waiting.
And so nobody ever mentions them
except for an occasional reference
Something like. "over where the con-
demned men are" or "the vent,.ator
on top Of the death house" One man
/ did talk a moment about the con
demned I don't want 20 tell all he
said, because IL was a private cnat
! between Two men: conversation
meant only for him and me. But
here's a BIT Of it.
81 hate 20 think Of them doing all
the execution for New York here
+ he said They are building new
death house, and soon all the men the
state kills legally will die at Sing
; Sing
81 have never forgotten the first time
/ 7 knew there was to be an execution.
/ III remember II as long as | live.
! You never actually know anything IS
/ going on. except for change in the
/ lghts. when the power goes on and
! of. But you notice every detail. l
lived a week that day"
There's humor i'm the prison plenty
Of IL. had a letter from man yes
terday ] knew only as Jake No. you
can't trace him. That's wrong name.
but it's near il. He signed himself
Jake" He put down in the corner OF
his letter, in faint scrawl, "Wi!lard
jacobson soft pedal
Last Night in Dormitory.
There was another night in the dor,
mitory for me, after the parole Oil
was discussed. That was my last IN
the prison Saturday. II was some
thing like the first one in the dormi-
tory, except that | knew the men bet
ter. They were more friendly.
talked until almost the closing
time. Then | got an officer to let me
20 up to the hospital TO see man
who stands out in my prison memories
like the dominant figure IN three
decker novel crammed with characters
I sat By his cot in the dark. lhere
was a light from the hall that threw
the bed into even deeper SHADOW. !"
whispered for a few minutes. lnen
went downstairs 20 my cot. man
half asleep, saw me, and waggIed
hand as | crawled under the blankets
The next day. Sunday. was short iol
me. Il is a holiday in Sing Sing, but
il rained that day. Not hard, just tho
beginning Of a murky mist whlcf
makes that bleak road from the village
Of Ossining seem bleaker and colder
And so the men had to spend the day
i'm the dollhouse. They didn't have "a
10 inside their cells as they USED 70 anS
be Gagged up all day. They could walh
around the galleries and talk IL they
wished Sometimes convict sat OF
the end Of his cot. his feet stuck out OF
his cell door. while others lounged OF
stood in front Of MIN.
Last year the Australian convict shlI
Success. the old one they used 10 tak'
prisoners away from England IN, came
across the ocean. Many people VISITED
her 10 taste the flavor Of her horrors
Why not 20 up to Sing Sing and looi
at the dollhouse? See America FIRST
Patronize home industries.
| stood i'm the lobby OF the mess hali
in the corridor of the dormitory.
knew my time was up, that I'd have q
90 and change 10 my street clothes
But. somehow, | didn't want 10 do
until the last minute. The night befor'
had telephoned to New York 70 ge
permission to remain a few days long
er But it was impossible. And So
every hour brought my leaving time
nearer. When ! went up to Sing SINS
TO do nv little bit" was afraid
wasn't going 70 get much OF an impress
sion. / thought il would be case Of
well I've got 70 get story some
how" And now, here | was. packed
with impressions and color, anxious
craving for more unwilling, besides
TO leave some friends | had made.
THE Warden Wants YOU
was talking 70 three men. wher
another came up.
"The warden wants you" said he.
went out into the yard, and The
principal keeper was waiting. Mr. Us
borne had said it was time TO go. he
handed me my citizens clothes IN
bundle. This wasn't prison routine
understand. Had | been real prls
oner the outfit would have been N
storage. A company was passing into
the dollhouse as | walked out OF the
principal keeper's office. ! had to lin.
ger in the rain while they filed past,
must have looked foolish standing
there. a brown paper parcel in my arms
a derby hat on top of 1t. o.,
"Oh. look at the hat! It's resl!' SAID
one man. "Well, you're going out
Your bits up-you're sprung, en- :? they
said. as they passed by. And then
got through the dollhouse hall 70 the
main door and went into the warden
office.
~ think you'd better change now so
you'll have time 10 get the train he
But I haven't told lot of fellows
poodby." | objected And went back
into the prison to shake hands. !
couldn't see them all. There we're too
manv-sixteen hundred walled up IN a
prison meant for twelve hundred.
That Dear Old Pal" Song.
When went through the dollhouse
corridor ! could hear them Singing
that Dear Old Pal" song. The chorus
runs:
Don't you wish. dear old pal, you were
back home again,
Where fond hearts are yearning Tor
you?
Don't YOU wish you could see the old
red apple tree,
With it's blossoms all covered with
dew?
Don't you wish for a day you could
hide in the hay,
Far away from all sorrow and pain?
Don't you wish you could kiss your
dear mothers sweet lips;
Don't YOU wish you were back home