Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-02-13
BY ANNE GORDON SUYDAM.

Special Dispatch to The Star.
PENNINGTON, N. j., February ID.
Under the scorching food released
by David Wilentz's tongue, Bruno Rich
ard Hauptmann yesterday took such
an avalanche Of soaring scorn as has
seldom beeen poured upon any man Of
our day and emerged from it as few
men could do, unbroken and unbent.
1t is no longer possible to describe
him without repetition, for all points
OF exaggeration have long since been
passed, and the f1ttest words by which
to create his image are reduced to the
skeleton starkness Of his frame.
He is no whittier than he was Mon
day and for all the days before that.
He was as white as any living man
could ever be. His face was no more
gaunt yesterday as he listened TO
murderous denunciation which he will
never outlive even should he outlive
us all, for already his skin is drawn
like parchment across the bleak bones
of his skull, which threaten to break
through. His eyes can sink no deeper
in their sockets, for weeks ago they
retreated like hunted animals into
the furthermost recesses of their caves.
His hands or his lips may witch. but
no longer can you attribute their
movement TO any conscious impulse.
1t Is as spasmodic, as humanity irsig-
nif1cant as the reflex of dead frog S
body when salt Is poured upon it in
the laboratory.
Analysed and Humanized.
He has been analysed and senti-
mentalized and humanized, and at the
end Of it all you find yourself dis
secting him, lifeless human specimen
In the laboratory Of the world. When
Bruno Richard Hauptmann lies dead,
be it soon or be it so years from now,
he will seem more real. He will seem
more lifelike, than he did in this court
yesterday.
What woman ever heard such
words about her husband as those
released by the scornful lash Of Will
entz' tongue! Hour after hour, as
WilentZ stormed upon Hauptmann like
a whirlwind Of vengeance and stripped
him of his last decencies and defenses
I sat beside this woman and watched
her as the structure of her world
fell about her in such shattered frag-
ments as no human hand can ever
reaSsemble. Perhaps her worlc
crashed long ago, who knows, but to-
day the ruins were spread before u:
all and whatever her faith in hel
man, Anna Hauptmann tasted the
/ full bitterness Of public shame.
She seemed more at the point o.
| exhaustion than defiance, looked more
as though she might pass out ir
WEAKNESS than cry out in protest
But, as usual, during court recess, she
gathered herself together for an ami.
mated conversation with Hauptmanr
and for his sake she wore a new
hat to court.
Tension Cumulative.
Any attempt TO recreate the impress
sion left by Wnentz upon us al
would be beyond the ordinary inter
pretative power. One would have t,
be here, to have been here for theS
long weeks. to have felt the cumula'
| tive tension of this court room as tn
air became choked with the fumes o
emotional humanity and the mint
crowded to suffocation with the re
| lentless pressure of words. Not ever
the Lindberghs' appearance on tn
stand, nor Hauptmann fighting TO
his life in the witness chair, no
Relly's resounding plea for Haupt
mann's innocence. could touch tn
lurid heights and depths of thoS
burning words which Seethed fror
the prosecutors lips as he brande
Bruno Richard Hauptmann publ
enemy No. Of the world"
AS he ended the first half Of hi
summation at the noon recess. thi
court room, containing hundreds o
ordinarily noisy, scufling, sneezin
human beings, for once was spell
bound into silence His defense o
Lndbergh's Identification Of Haupt
nlann's voice, the quietly convincing
manner with which he spoke Of tn
colonels trained senses Of sight an
hearing, were but a prelude to tn
hushed moment when he led us to tn
cemetery gates with Lindbergh on tn
night of the ransom payment, and W
heard the voice which will ring for
ever in Lindberghs ears calling Hey
Doktor! Over here!" How could Lind
bergh forget that voice, cried Wilenti
that voice to which every fiber Of hi
being was attuned at this, the great
est moment Of his life, that voic
which was to return his baby to tn
waiting arms Of his wife, that voic
which he says was Hauptmann's voice
which no one who has ever heard
speak above whisper could fail t
recognize?
This was the thirty first day of thi
trial, and therefore we have heard
times from Justice Trenchard's lips a
he adjourned court twice a day tn
perfunctory words, 1.-THE prisoner !
now remanded to the custody OF tn
murder in the first degree, couple
with Imprisonment for life, then 20
must SO put it in your verdict, be