The Washington times., 1923-07-16
MRS. BUZZ SAYS.
SHE IS SORRY
FOR WOMEN
PhiIosophicaIIy Discusses Men
With Matron in Death
Cell.
By GEORGE CARNEAL,

By GEORGE CARNEAL,
AUBURN, N. Y, July 16.-"I am
sorry for all of the women in the
world"
Anna Buzzi, the central figure in
New York's recent sensational
murder, the death of Frederick
Schneider, contractor, for whose
death she is condemned to pay with
her own life by electrocution, was
speaking.
1t was Sunday morning in the
death house at Auburn prison
where Anna Buzzi is in solitary
confinement. She is so confident
Of her own release that she finds
time to be sorry for the rest Of the
feminine world.
YES, woman gets the worst OF
it," consoled Miss Nellie Curtis,
matron of the prison.
The two women were ten feet
away. talking. I wanted to join
their conversation but dared not,
for regulations provide none shall
converse with an inmate OF the
death house without a special per-
nit. But on Sundays, a theological
class comes to the prison to tighten
the drab days Of the prisoners with
songs and flowers, and was one
Of the party, which I left as we
drew near the death house.
The two women talked on.
Seldom Thinks Of Self.
"The only time I think about my
self is when talk to Mr.. Donnelly,
my attorney" Mrs. Buzzi told Miss
Curtis. you see, a real woman
can never quite lose her faith In
men. No matter how that faith
may sink at times, it Is bound to
return. It is our way.
$50 my faith in them tells me
they'll believe me. And dismiss
the thought from my mind"
This from the woman who IS fac
!.g the death chair at Sing Sing.
IT an always looking at the out
side world these days.. She was
surrounded with New York aewspa-
pers. I heard from one OF the
guards that she mad delayed the
warden's breakfast that he might
bring them TO her. They lay about
her little metal bed, on the chair.
the floor. They even got mixed up
in Miss Curtis embroidery.
DIG plChcU OIlC Wy 0uu
began reading 1t. But she soon
IT am sorry. am sorry for
women"
Sorry for Mrs. Nitti.
She had been reading that Mrs.
ISABELLE Nitti-Crudelle is to be hanged
for the murder of her husband in
Chicago. The Chicago woman pre-
ferred her lover to her lawful hus-
band. The conviction with the sen.
tence Of hanging, If carried out, will
be the first official execution of a
woman in Illinois.
One woman has paid the death
penalty for murder in New York
State. Mrs. BuzZi. If electrocuted,
will be the first woman sent to the
chair.
Miss Curtis stopped her embroid.
cry, poised the needle in midair and
bit her slight underlip. She was
looking out of the tiny barred win
dow that is Mrs. Buzzi's sole source
Of light.
II guess you ought to be-" she
said.
The two women remained quiet
for a while, both of their bodies still
as waxen figures, both of their
minds riveted upon that threadbare
subject-men. l moved quietly up
and peered into the cell.
There was a picture. It was
theatrical.
Mrs. Buzzi was sitting upon the
edge of the bed, staring dreamily
in front of her. A streak of tired
looking sunlight stretched lazily
across the room, playing with the
OnInHo an hn oh oVnd In
ornaments that hung from the wo-
mans ear. 1t even reached out
into the little extension room where
Miss Curtis sat, her needle turned
to flame.
"We-know-men," the words
came out as though she were at
tempting to convince mob of
some strange truth.
''When / Am Free"
Men cannot understand our sor-
rowing after them. That is what
makes us friends-you and me. We
both know; we share something.
That is lovely thought-that all
of the women in the world have
something to share, some grave,
great secret.
That is why all Of them ought
to be friends with each other. How
l wish that they WERE"
The matrOn seemed to like this
thought; she played with it, phrased
1t differently. She was probably
looking into the eyes Of that great
mass of women that are the world.
What matter that the rest Of them
are not facing death?
She was picturing the infidelity
or men, that way of the male
butterfly, of sucking the pollen Of
one flower and passing on to the
next. A simple thing, but tragic.
When I am free" said Mrs.
BuzZi.
But didn't hear the rest. Some
one was coming quickly down the
hall. AS I seurried away there
echoed, full, sad woman's voice,
the voice of one who knew about
men. But I heard only the tones
OF the condemned, pathetically gay
as they mingled with the sound of
footsteps:
When l am free"
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