Word: prisons
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Michigan imprisoned Alexander Ripan for life. The reason: a bullet which killed his farmer neighbor fitted the barrel of Ripan's gun. In 1929, Prisoner Ripan drove a truck out of the Jackson Prison gates, disappeared. In 1935, Michigan found him again, a well-behaved cobbler in East Chicago, Ind. Back to Jackson Prison he was haled...
...through the outskirts of Milwaukee in his automobile, smashed into three other cars successively, killed a man, never stopped until overtaken by police. Because of Duncan's respected past, a lenient judge, who had found him guilty of first-degree manslaughter (calling for five to ten years in prison), let him off with a short term in Milwaukee's house of correction. Just before leaving office Governor La Follette, acting without the State pardon board, freed his friend because, he said, he knew the tragedy had resulted from Duncan's hard work and business worries...
...years roundfaced, balding Thomas J. Mooney has been simmering like an Irish volcano in San Quentin prison. There he was sent because someone put a bomb in a suitcase and left it on San Francisco's Market Street, where it blew up to kill ten and injure 40 marchers and spectators in a Preparedness Day Parade on July 22, 1916. Charged with the crime principally because he was a rough labor leader even in a day and place where roughness was the rule, 33-year-old Mooney was convicted along with 22-year-old Warren K. Billings...
...last week it was opened and closed for good. Governor Olson brought Tom Mooney, dressed in a neat striped prison-made suit, from San Quentin to Sacramento. The grey-haired convict stepped up beside the grey-haired Governor before an audience of 500 in the Assembly chamber. He listened to a speech in which Culbert Olson simply stated his conviction that the Preparedness Day bombing was not the work of Tom Mooney. The Governor waited 30 seconds for someone to contradict him before he handed over an unconditional pardon...
...Berlin was begun a great "treason trial," whose size and scope was an embarrassment to the Nazis themselves. Out of the yard of Berlin's grim Moabit Prison rolled a green police van one morning last week. Through Berlin's streets it rumbled, finally pulled up in the well-kept grounds of the dread People's Court building on the Bellevuestrasse. Three prisoners-Ernst Niekisch, Dr. William Drexler and Karl Troegler-emerged from the van and were hustled into the great hall of the Court. On the bench sat their judges-three red-robed justices, a police...