The Washington times., 1927-06-13

The door to the electric-cha1r de-
partment is solid, and is shut by
cross-bars fitting into metal
notehes. / can see 1t. It is painted
pale gray. Everything in my life
now is rather gray. The word has
had fatal influence in all my life.
Ny cell is seven by ten feet. The
matrons give me a piece of rag
rug to stay the dampness of the
concrete foor.
There is only one bunk. In the
death cell one gets privacy. 1t is
solitary confinement. I am not al
lowed out of my cell. even to talk
to my mother. must live, exer-
else, sleep, eat, work Il mean my
own work, am not given any
otherJ inside this enclosure.
Won't See Her Daughter
The warden kindly let me have
desk and a chair beside the cell
STOOL 1 also have my typewriter,
souvenir gift from Jack Lait--
it is the one on which he wrote an
editorial in which he condemned
me up hill and down dale and
called me "the absymal daughter
of cave-man and a cave-woman-
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fri
days are visitors periods here. from
10 until / o'clock. / have had in
three weeks exactly three callers
who got to talk to me-my mother,
my lawyer, and Mr.. Lait. The
chaplain, Father McCaffrey, of
course, comes and goes at will.
have not seen my daughter,
Lorraine, and will not. The of.
ficialS are not anxious to grant me
permission to have her brought
here, / am wild to see her, but
think it far better that / do not
here. could not touch her hand.
She would have to stand outside
the grated cell-dOOr. / scarcely
think could give her any happi-
ness through any such adventure.
Three Square Meals a Day
I retire at 8 o'clock and am not
disturbed until in the morning.
My bedding is clean and reasonably
comfortable for my situation. 1t
isn't like the linens and downy
quilts and springy, fresh pillows in
which / took so much pride when
1 was. a housekeeper. Buff my
sleep is disturbed it isn't because
of the bed clothes or anything else
from without. My Nightmares come
from within.
I eat three square" meals every
day. The selection is not very
broad, but / can ask for almost
anything within its range and get
it. / have eggs, meat, and once
a week fish. The coffee is atroci.
ous-I used to be known as an ex-
pert at brewing coffee.
Outside food is not permitted in
my secluded realm. 1t is all cooked
in the prison, but in a special
kitchen and not with big watts of
Victuals that must be made for
the I-don't-know-how-many hundreds
OF prisoners. I believe my food is
the same as that served the at
tendants.
Has Private Copy Runner
The matrons are courteous at all
times. Warden Lawes calls on me
now and then and always has a
cheerful word to say. He doesn't
kid" with me. No one does. The
matrons are serious, too. Mr.
Lawes asks me if l am uncomfor.
table, how / feel. whether the
grub is agreeing with me, whether
there is any little thing within reg
ulations he can do for me.
He has assigned a woman pris.
Oner, a girl doing an indefinite
stretch" for strangling her Nance
less baby, to act as my messenger,
sort Of liaison officer between me
and the office.
Bonnie that is her name) takes
my copy" out and sees that it Is
mailed, and brings me the gobS OF
incoming mail after the letters
have been opened and read and
picked as proper for me to see.
Bonnie is a 'trusty." She has
been in considerable number of
years and by good conduct has
earned considerable liberty. She is
allowed to roam about inside the
preserves almost at her own dis
cretion. She hopes to be paroled
out in the fall, and is tugging at
the leash to go back to her old pro-
fession as label-paster. She used
to work in E. canning plant up.
state. know the place. Judd
and passed it once when We were
neymooning."
Bonnie reads all the newspapers.
She tells me what they are saying
about me. One that is publishing