Evening star., 1935-02-01
BY ANNE GORDON SUYDAM.

DI hNNE UOhDON SC CIDhM'
Special Dispatch to The Star.
PENNINGTON, N. j.. February l.
The defense reached down yesterday
and produced in the Pennington
court room three such strange and
totally unrelated gentlemen as could
probably only have been brought to-
gether in the melting pot Of America.
Elvert Carlstrom is a young. pink
Swede who was supposed to be tend
ing the furnace in a house IN
Dunellen, N. j., but who on the night
of March / played hockey because
it was his birthday" as Mr.. Reilly
playfully put it, and slipped away to
New York, where he apparently
wandered into Fredericksen's bakery,
and there saw, (stop me If you've
heard this one.) Bruno Richard
Hauptmann. He knows it was Haupt-
mann, because Hauptmann laughed at
his accent, and it seems that Carl
stroms, like women and elephants,
never forget. OF course there were
a few things Elvert forgot, such as
the first name of the family with
whom he had been living for year,
and the last name of the girl he was
in love with.
Case Of Condolences.
But anyway, she would have none
of him. and he seems to have at
tempted to console his thwarted pas
sion with Danish pastry, and even
tually with other activities which he
would not divulge. But the point
is that he was in Fredericksen's
bakery where Anna Hauptmann was
a waitress, and that he was big
hearted enough to forgive the laugh
of Hauptmann, which he could not
forget, and to come to his defense IN
the noble cause of justice. 1t Is true
that he had known Anna Hauptmann
as a waitress, but then this case Is
full of condolences.
Louis Kiss, Hungarian s1lk-palnter
comes next, a gaunt bony figure hung
with clothes, who looks as though he
might have been lifted from a corn
field where he was soaring crows
to be put on the witness stand. He
is the weirdest figure yet, in his looks
and in his doings. He Is so cadaverous
that his cheek bones gleam whitley
through his stretched skin, and ne
has a narrow footpath of hair down
the center of his bald dome. He has
weary eyes and dropping, hzard-hke
lids, he is so completely differen,
from anything any one has ever seer
that YOU would not be surprised tt
learn that he was born with the
tattooing which decorates his left
arm.
Tell Of Delivering Liquor.
Well, Mr.. Kiss, whose aesthetic
patchwork in his studio seems to have
sometimes been suspended by the
more practical and profitable labors
of bootlegging, was setting out or
the night of March to deliver "twt
pint whiskey to a friend" when hi
seems to have in a moment of alb.
straction taken the wrong subway
from which he emerged to find him
self near his old home at Two Hun.
dred and Thirty eighth street in tha
Bronx, where "mein son was born.
Waxing sentimental, Mr.. Kiss stroll.
pensively to the old familiar street
and there, spying a "berky little
restaurant" he decides that he 1.
hungry. and goes in. Yes, you have
guessed it, it was Fredericksen's.
The pastry shop Of Ragueneau ir
"Cyrano de Bergerac," gathering
place of student-poets, begins to lool
| like q deserted barn compared with
the pastry shop of Mr.. Frederickser
ON the night of March /, 1882.
If any more defense witnesses turr
up who claim to have patronized thi'
pastryman, we shall begin to believe
that the sudden affiuence of thu
Hauptmanns may well be traced K
the tips which Anna received as wait.
ress there rather than to profits II
the stock market, or the possible
Areceipt of the Lindbergh ransom