The Washington times., 1924-05-10
B0BBED BANDIT
GOES BACK TO
LAUNDRY
She Finds It Easy to Be Sorry
When "Everything's
Too Late"
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ana even then we nearly got
pushed Oft our feet, but at last
we made 1t to a taxi.
Then there was more trouble. A
little fellow pushes in waving a
piece of paper, all excited. It was
some sort Of law order to get
US transferred out Of Brooklyn into
= new York court, as near az ]
coulo make out from the talk.
Casey and Gray, the detectives,
were awful sore. They said, who
the hell are your" And the man
SAID I'm Samuel Lebowitz, their
attorney"
I'd never heard Of him before.
All the way up on the train Casey
ana Gray had pumped us full OF
mop about getting of lighter II we
pleaded guilty and wouldn't have q
lawyer, and we believed him.
dont know whether we were slmpa
or not.
Anyhow. Liebowitz and they were
30 busy bawling each other out
that Ed or I couldn't havs put In
a word II we'd wanted to.
He kept saying, TITS the law
It's the law, don't you know it's
the law"
He climbed into the taxi with US
and they were afraid to stop him
because he had the paper, and we
went before Justice Levy in the
supreme court. And Liebowitz waa
Just getting started good in q
speech when somebody got up and
said,
your honor, who is this mani
don't believe he's their lawyer al
ALL"
Liebowitz pulled a letter out OF
his pocket and read 1t from Eds
brother, Tom, asking him to be
our lawyer. The Judge looked al
US and said. els this man your
lawyer? Do you know anything
about thisH" And Ed and looked
at each other and said. No.
which was the truth. Everybody
seemed glad but Liebowitz.
Go Over to Brooklyn.
They hustled us out Of there In
two shakes and over the bridge ia
Brooklyn. In front Of District At.
torney Hughes's office there waa
another mob, and this time they
booed and yelled at me, and made
fun OF me something disgusting
And one woman yelled out, II hope
they hang her. Didn't she kill
that CASHIER" And / said, You're
a dirty liar" Wasn't 1t enough,
what I had done2
When we got inside the district
attorneys office, everybody was
decent enough. , Captain Carey
who'd been in charge Of the
Bobbed Haired squad that couldn't
catch US, was 30 pleased, might
have been his long.lost daughter,
There / was ION sight" at last
but he didn't try to shoot me.
There was three police women
there, dressed like anybody else
you'd have thought they was mani
cures or stenographerS, and they
| eyed me up and dowr to look al
my clothes and hat and shoes. and
whispered about me not being
bobbed haired at all.
Confessed to RObSeries.
And there was Hughes behind q
flat-topped desk. looking even mort
pleased than Captain Carey. A;
first they tried to lay a let Of stuff
on US we hadn't BODYBUILDING w
a milk wagon and robbing a truck
and shooting at a cop. and dom
know what. We never worked out
doors-not once. But as soon a
they saw we were telling the truth
they played it square. and We con
fessed to all the ten or eleven WI
had done.
When they took us to the Poplar
street headquarters to finger prin
us, there was some new cops hat
never seen before, and they acteC
pretty sour. guess it was somt
more OF the same gang that hA(
tried 30 hard to catch US ant
couldn't. They didn't rough us, bu
they gave us nasty looks and tries
to make as feel like dirt. Took my
hand, first one and then the other
like 1t was a horses hOOf or some
thing not human, and smeared 4
with black and pressed Il down OF
q piece Of paper. And the sam.
way when they pulled off my ha
to make the pictures.
There was a lot more dragging
us around from one place to another
that lasted till the middle of thu
next day, and then they put me II
this cell, where I've been ever since
Was Sick Of Bluffing.
They shut down the little peep
hole in the iron door and left ant
all alone, and for awhile I wa!
glad to be alone. was sick Of
bluffing. I was blue, miserable
and used UP. 1 had been saying
to myself, Celia. you got to grir
and hold your head up and bluff
1t along" And part of the tim,
the excitement helped. But anybody
that thinks didn't care Is Just 3
plain fool.
What got me worst was wl1eI
Eds mother and then my siste
came to see me. She's a good soul
| Eds mother-a good, old woman
| You could see she had been cryinl
her eyes out. She put her arm
around me and Rugged me to her
and talked about how Ed was hei
baby boy and she couldn't believ,
1t, and how 1t was hurting Tom
that's Eds brother and abou
how she was ashamed to face thu
neighbors.
That's the awful part about doinI
wrong. You don't only pay for I
| yourself. You put shame and dis
grace on everybody that cares tn
most about you.
| Believe me, you've always 20
plenty OF time to think things owe
when it's too late.
| A couple Of days later they sen
the two doctors-alienists, or some
thing like that thav DALLAS thorn-