New Britain herald., 1927-08-23
SACC0 FIGHT ENDS
 IN ELECTRIC CHAIR
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 with their bayonets, pistols and fire hose had guarded the prison against an interruption in the business of execution. began to disperse.
 Michael Angelo Musmanno, the young Pittsburgh attorney who had directed the dramatic fight of the last two weeks to save Sacco and Vanzetti. stole from the warden's office. He had sat there for a dread ful half hour. lowing his head and weeping like a child when the mat ter of fact voice of the announcer told newspapermen of the executions within the death chamber.
 Soon after 1 8. m., the bodies were brought out and placed in an ambulance.
 Under heavy escort, the ambu- lance moved to the city morgue, where an autopsy had to be per- formed before relatives could claim the bodies.
 The rambling old prison was left breeding under the moonless sky. It's prisoners. tensely awake but quiet during the executions, returned to sleep.
 Witnesses agreed that minimum of emotion. both on the part of the executed men and of the witnesses, was exhibited during the electrocu- tions.
 But as the ambulance swung into the court for its load of three corpses and the state troops wheel ed their prancing horses into column formation to return to barracks, those who had looked upon the three executions appeared visibly shaken.
 Witnesses Moved
 There was a whiteness and taut- ness in their faces. Warden Hendry, heavy-set Scotchman, was pale as he sat in the corridor before his office and told United Press re- ported what he had seen.
 "Vanzetti shook hands with me before he went" he said. "He has a strong grip-as strong as mine.'
 The warden looked at his hands. and one visioned the scene of a few moments before when these two shaggy quiet men. one of the north and one of the south, had clasped hands in the death chamber
 Everything went well-it went a .little quicker than the executions or the car-barn bandits last winter, you know" the warden continued. "les, I think 1t went better than the car barn executions-certainl as good.
 "The men were not excited~ Sac so appeared a little excited-but that was his natural manner.
 "N1adeiros didn't say anything. And Vanzetti made a speech. But all were quiet when the current was turned on. vanzetti had finished what he wanted to say before the time came.
 None of the witnesses seemed up- set in any way.
 MT. Musmanno made a personal appeal to me to delay the executions. I co,Sdn't do that-1 didn't have the right to do that. It wasn't for me to decide"
 The corridor was almost deserted. In a telephone booth in the corner one last newspaperman was giving the final details of the story to Boston newspaper. The warden rose and turned toward that door con- meeting with his own home, itself a part of the rambling prison struc- ture.
 Guess I've got te get a bite to eat" he said.
 Father Murphy, prison chaplain. had been with the warden when the hour of the summons to death ar rived.
 we must bow to the inevitable" Bartolomeo Vanzetti said when the warden told him. All refused spirit ual aid.
 Writes To Father
 Sacco was writing a letter to his father in Italy when the warden ar rived. He finished the letter and asked the warden to see that it was forwarded to his father. Warden Hendry assured him that he would attend to it.
 Mrs. Rosa Sacco and Luigia Van zetti. sister of Bartolomeo, called at the prison for their third visit of the day. They spent but five min utes and rushed to the headquarters of the defense committee.
 AS the fatal hour neared the army of guards pushed back the listless crowd which had stood before the gates. The lines finally were drawn one to three blocks from the prison.
 While the thin gathering of curi- ous was repulsed from the prison area. one favored group remained. These were the families who make their homes about the prison gates
 There, men women and children hung from windows watching the l fantastic scene. Some of these had 1 invited friends in for the night.
 One woman visitor worked her way through the crowd, with an in fant in her arms. The bomb bursts of 'cameramen's 1 fashlight pans and the steady flares i of grinding movie caVera men cast wierd shadows.
 A prison guard sat on the porch | ten feet from the door of the red | brick wall around the death house. ] He was in his shirt sleeves, and his { wife rocksd beside him. He was 1 taking his evening rest Over the outer wall came the shouts of chill dren at play. Inside the death house could be ! heard a hoarse voice, rumbling on and on. It seemed a far away muffled continuous shout.
 "Sh.sh-that's Vanzetti," said the guard. Hes always like that"
 The children shouted in the street. An overalled boy of 12 pointed out the two wires that ran above his had from an electric light pole to !