The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-07-04
(By ALMA BEAN Lovingly

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not use from the pack. The prose
cutors and the defense attorney
weighed each with careful deli
beration, as to their fitness to 81
in the case, the people versus 10,
Clark.
Jason knowing what a difficult
task it would be to select a fail
and impartial jury in Carselie
turned to science to aid him, al
an ally.
On his return from over seas
Jason had developed a fondness fol
the study of physionomy and psy-
chology. During his GONZALES
cence he had followed this fasci-
mating study assiduously. His adj
mirers marveled at the uncanny
intuition in selecting his jury, fol-
almost unerringly Jason could
point out the juror that was Ii
able to prove the most, unyielding
and hard in his findings. And sc
Jason tapped the fountains OF
knowledge left by Freud and jung
in their stduies on theories of hui
man behavior and consciousness
Reading the juryman's mind from
the play of features had more than
once brought Jason astounding re-
suits and oft times-victory.
And so it was left to Jason to
bring the selection of the Clark
jury to a dramatic close.
The final selection consisted OF
eight men and four women.
Juror number nine was a tai
blond, fine looking woman, with
eyes the color of agates and JUS
as cold. Her lips were thin anG
shut in a long uncompromisine
line. Her voice low with a deer
richness. The GOODNESS Of her at.
titude was off set by a quiet
smile that was disarming. Jason
was seen to watch her, as if bal.
ahSlhS edCu feature.
Then in calm gentle tones as
If devoid of any emotion other than
legal curiosity, he turned to jur.
or number nine.
Were you born in Carselie p
She Decentralization very slow
ly and low she answered.
mo, Altway Alabama.
There was a tense stir in the
court room.
Jason nodded.
And you have not read or dis
cussed this case-formed no opin
ions?
She shook her head.
Jason repeated his query.
/ have not, she replied.
He smiled smoothly, extremel,
unctuous and bland.
Then I'm to assume you're mo-
the lady, that lead the mob, to the
Morris Street Christian Church, tC
lynch Joe Clark?
Like a bomb shell the quiet
words broke over the court room
Loud murmurs of CONSERVATION
followed by sharp reprimand from
Judge Welles.
ANY more such demonstration!
and I'll clear the court room"
Juror number nine, smiled cold
ly at Jason and did not answer.
AS she left the jury box tn
colored spectators smiled broadly
They silently applauded Jason
keen memory that could see in tn
beautifully dressed blond, the sam
woman who with a face distorte,
with hatred, disheveled hair an,
snarling voice, had demanded tina
Joe Clark be turned over into tn
hands of the mob.
The first witness for the prosecu
ton was called.
Belinda Marshall, a house wifi,
who had sat in her car at the curl
in front of the Algonac Hote
where the murder was committed
She took the oath with a little
dis-interested air.
There was a hush in the court
room as she related calmly with
quiet deliberation the crime she
had seen committed that lovely
Mothers day.
Jim Streeter, Of medium height
elderly with a florid complexion
had parked his car just a head OF
hers, and started to cross the side
walk to enter the hotel. Comine
down the street was the defendant
They met in the middle of the
sidewalk, where they collided.
The force of the impact knock
ed the defendant to his knees, a,
Streeter, was also quite shaker
from the impact, Strengthened III
and turned. On seeing Clark, h,
laughed. Joe Clark, who was nov
standing erect, looked down ant
saw the red carnation that hat
fell from the lapel of his coat. H,
reached down quickly to retriev
it-Again .Streeter laughed an,
placed his foot on the flower
crushing it. Joe Clark looked vi
angrily-then-he seemed to star,
at Streeter. Like DIR. Jekyll an,
Mr.. Hyde, Joe Clark seemed to e
mad. With a snarl of rage h
reached out and caught Streete
with a blow-Streeter fell heavily
while Joe Clark rained blow afte
blow on the deceased.
She shuddered as she told o
the diabolical fury of the defen
dant's attack. With maniacal rag
he crushed the head Of the muir
dered man on the side walk, Will
the blood poured from his nos
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