The Washington times., 1928-01-14
Death House Inmates
Feast as Guests
81 GRAY

Nine inmates Of Sing Sings
death house last night toasted on
chicken and trimmings, and an
empty chair served as the sole
symbol Of their host, Judd Gray.
who, before his execution. willed
that SIS of his SCI prison bank
account, should be used for this
purpose.
The remaining Sc he ordered
bequeathed to Frank Baldwin,
doomed coIored man, because
Baldwin had no friends. nor
cigarettes
were up. Their faces were heavy.
Their eyes were red and wet.
FurtlveIy. they brushed their
hands across their eyes. 1t was an
unwilling giveaway.
Her Piercing Shrek
The old woman lurched. She al.
most threw herself upon them as,
In piercing shrek she demanded:
Whats wrong, what's wrong, my
God. what's wrongy
They rose to embrace hers5 That
gesture told the truth.
Ny God, they've killed herr
And d sobbIng. miserable mother
lay in limp bundle on the floor.
A doctor was hastily summoned.
He applied restoratfves. But 1t
seemed OF no avail
Sobbing for '.nay baby" calling
for my Ruth. screaming, rocking,
tearing her hair, she tossed fever
ishly.
The doctor was asked whether she
would come through. He shook
his head. gravely. He would not
hazard promise.
Only In the afternoon. when
Father George g. Murphy came, did
she regain her valiant stamina
He told her Of his hour and 4
half in the death house. He told
of the spiritual solace that at last
had filled an errfng daughters soul
and had braced her for the newt.
able ordeal.
why, she even smiled when
left. assured Father Murphy. And
Mrs. Brown prayerfully mumbled,
Thank God =
IL was q beautiful. spiritual smile.
the holy smile of one who has made
peace with the Creator, said the
priest. The woman had sinned, hut
she had gone to her death with her
soul purged
As Father Murphy left the apart
ment. Mrs. Brown gripped his hands
In silent gratitude.
Even then she could not sleep.
But the physician, for the time,
smiled.
The body OF Ruth was rushed he
fore dawn from the prison where
she met her tragic end, by a swift
gray hearse Of the Concourae
Funeral Parlors, 1855 East fremont
Ave-, Brooklyn.
A few hours later IL was borne
to, a vault in Woodlawn cemetery,
where the body of her father, Harry
Brown, Ii laid away. :.
Brother Directs Rite
Andrew Brown. the brother,
waited at the cemetery. He made
the necessary arrangements when
the cavalcade of death--the Snyder
car was followed by six or seven
others-reached the scene of her
last resting place.
And few hours after the body
was placed in the vault, the body
of Judd was buried in the plot Of
his father In Rosedale, N. j.,
cemetery.
There, under the khaki tent
pelted by a melancholy drizzle, the
last rites of the Episcopal. church
were performed over the body OF
the grave little salesman who
stifled the fear that clutched him
and met his death without flinching.
A Remarkable Picture
Police took unusual precautions
in protecting the body of Judd
from the gaze of the curiously NOR
bid. A car filled with uniformed
men preceded the hearse when il
shot out OF the prison. shortly he-
fore dawn, and. waving the ma.
chimes Of newspaper men aside,
dashed out on the main road to
New York.
Rutn's body was not similarly
escorted, and at the cemetery. when
word was passed that the body of
the Queens Village blonde whose
murder escapade has swept around
the world, a large crowd gathered,
perhaps hopeful Of sight OF the
face that led Judd Gray to his
doom.