The Washington times., 1926-10-01
LIFE TALE TOLD
BY BANDIT
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other guys" he says. II guess /
got 80 or 40 years ahead Of
Mention of the electric chair makes
him shudder.
Father Was Soldier
''My father served three years in
the Italian army before he brought
me to America" He recalls the
stories told him by his mother, now
Mrs. Alexander Bell. II was six
months old, and had an older sister.
We came to Washington and lived
with some Marine relatives, who
ran a shoemaker shop on II Street,
near Virginia Avenue.
angelo Marine, my father, work
ed as an electrician for the Wash
ington Railway and Electric Com
pany. We moved when he started
to buy a home at Foxhall Heights.
When was five years old, he died,
and they put us out of the house
without giving US any money back.
Then we lived on Maryland Avenue.
between Third and Four-and-a-half
Streets southwest.
az remember when my sister
died at Garfield Hospital because
she put her arIns around my
mothers neck and cried about
wanting to come home.
Eleven years ago my mother
married Mr.. Bell. and we moved
to GIT C-where we live now
was going to the Jefferson School
then. / started kindergarten when
/ was six, and Miss Seiders was
teacher. Then I got Miss Rose III
the first grade. and Mrs. Golden
in the third grade.
zone day back OF the Tolman
Laundry picked up dynamite
cap near an old paint shop. Some
man told me it was q bullet, and
I put a match to it. Look there.
1T blowed off my thumb and first
two fingers. Some man in an
automobile put two women out AMI
took me to Emergency Hospital.
where / stayed q month.
cit didn't hurt much. not any.
thing like this here leg hurts now"
Sore and Hungry
Marine writhed in pain as he
changed the position of his infected
leg. He complained Of hunger as
he cursed a colored prisoner who
made a face at him from one OF
the tiers above.
at amt had no breakfast" he
said as he gazed obviously in the
direction of some bananas and
oranges on a chair nearby. The
fruit belonged to q neighboring
hut Mo Y.fVn xwynI1iA n cir
for any.
At amt aslsin' nobody for moth
ing" he said.
When some cigarettes were given
to him voluntarily he remarked, II
amt even got money for cigarettes
Do you think the police ever give
back money they Lnow was stolen?
That woman's got $22 of mine from
one of them hauls. but / guess it
won't come back"
He resumed his story.
when 1 went back to school 1t
was in the third grade. Then l got
the low fourth; but them people
said / had a three-year-old mind
and they sent me to the, dumb
school at 8O2 Sixth ST. S. w. One
Of my pals was sent down there
old mind. Anyways, I stayed there
till 1 was fourteen. We done a
little cooking and reading out of a
first grade book. That was after
1 had this trouble I was telling you
about, when we wanted to play SOL
diers and bust into that Army store.
But I got out of that on probation.
"I kept straight then, but that
gdTyYSoh cohnnIp fnnnhnTs hui
and tight She'd look like she was
or pull our hair out, so I ran away
from there and got sellin' papers
at Ninth and E when l was four
teen.
my first work, though, was
when only eight years old. Then
I was a lamplighter. and got SO a
week for doing it. gave my
money to my mother or father, but
they always treated me fine.
They're good. too good for me,
"a Tough Gang"
II palled around with the boys
on Ninth Street. and they were a
tough gang. Some Of 'em are in
now, and some are out. Some
are leading the rough life regular.
Then got a job mixing for
the Pepsi-Cola Bottling Company.
and I worked for a good man. I
drove a couple of jackasses with
a guy named George. Yes?
worked regular and Kept good.
II quit the lamplighting job, but
my mother and father always kept
me fed. He Is the draw man on
the long bridge leading into Vir-
ginia. I kept on giving them the
money / made until lately. when
started being a bum
A. far away look came into
Marino's eyes. as he hesitated about
what next to say. He started to
speak and stopped.
when did when did
you start on the rough life'?" he
was asked.
The prisoners voice became