Evening star., 1934-05-08


(his wife. still in Athens) would be
worried to death"
The Federal marshal and the doctor
kept pressing Insnll to accept a wheel
chair for the trip through the cor
ridors to the sixth floor court.
Il know the building, it's all right,
III walk it."
Samuel, jr, said his father was in
no pain.
He had to walk the length of the
13-car train and up two flights of
stairs to the street." the son said.
He told me he hadn't walked that
far, even on the level, since he left
Greece"
Signs for Prisoner.
In the Federal court house, just
across the street from his former
Office in the Commonv ealth Edison
Building, insult vas delivered into the
marshal's custody.
Marshal Laubenheimer signed a re-
ceipt for insult, relieved Berry of his
charge and read 10 the 74-year-0ld
man the charges against him: Use
of the United States mails in a scheme
to defraud investors in his Corporation
Securities Co.; fraudulent acts in an
ticipation of the bankruptcy of his
companies and himself.
Then he was allowed to rest until
the Federal courts opened at 10 am.
He took the opportunity to doze for
few minutes, then reused himself
and forced a little cheerfulness.
Handclasps Lacking.
1t was a new Chicago that met an
Older insult in the ghostly morning
light of the Union Depot.
Missing were the handclasps of
friends high in financial and business
and social circles in the city in which
he was once a prominent figure.
The crowds were there, to be sure.
Thousands spilled across the con-
course, held back from the train shed
by the police. Lines of police pushed
open an avenue for his march through
the milling people. Everywhere they
craned, clinging to poles. climbing
stalrWays for better view But there
was no demonstration either of well
come or resentment. merely curiosity
To the north, as he stepped from
the depot exit, Samuel insult could
see towering that lofty structure he
built to the arts. the new Civic Opel i
Building, dubbed insults arm
chair because Of its shape. Atop it.
now a storage house is the bungalow
from which he used to love to survey
his city.
Flashlights Boom.
Brilliant flares and popping fash
light bulbs lent holiday semblance
TO the scene, but it was no holiday for
insult. He was somber, grim, ex-
pectant.
While he awaited arraignment in
Federal Court. a deputy sheriff of
Cook County, William F. Feeney. ar
rived with warrants charging larceny
and embezzlement from the funds of
his companies-State charges on
which this country first had tried to
extradite him from Greece.
The deputy stood by, waiting to
serve the warrants until insult should
make bond on the Federal charges.
Then, he said, the prisoner must ac-
company him TO the Criminal Courts
Building. far out on the West Side of
Chicago. to answer to the indictments
Of the State of Illinois
Man Felled by Police.
There was only one questionable
action on the part of the throng who
waited at the station to see insult. 1t
might have been sinister, but the In
sull entourage regarded it as friendly.
AS the former utilities monarch
entered one Of the waiting automo-
biles. with his son on one side and
Berry on the other. a man burst
through the police lines and dashed
toward the car.
He reached the fnancier's automo-
bile, and his hand shot through an
open window. Capt. Collins of the
Chicago police escort. sent the man
sprawling with a blow from his fist
To spectators, the fallen man iden-
titled himself as Anton Sables of
Athens, Greece. He would make no
comment.
Insults son said: THE action meant
nothing sinister. The mans gesture
obviously was one of friendship. He
wanted to shake father by the hand.
Even as he fell, l noticed he was