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...Picture. Author Lawes has been warden of Sing Sing since 1920. His kingdom averages about 1,700 inhabitants. They make and repair their own clothing, cook and serve their food, run a farm, a school, a library, a chapel, a laundry, a barber shop, a sewage system, a factory which turns out $650,000 worth of products a year, a power plant which, incidentally, supplies the "juice" used in the electric chair...
Every convict is assigned to at least one job. Warden Lawes tells of some difficulties in fitting the assignment to the convict's previous vocation. The skywriting aviator was "given a job painting the smokestacks and roofs; the prison warden was put in charge of the chickens; the radio-announcer was given a mop; the judge was made a waiter in the mess hall; the preacher was given the task of cleaning the chapel each day; the bartender was put to washing dishes; the pugilist was made a fireman in the power house; the masseur was given...
...Condemned Cells, which Warden Lawes calls the Death House and which convicts call the Slaughter House, are carefully segregated from the other Sing Sing buildings. Every precaution is taken to prevent the condemned-to-death prisoner from committing suicide. He is clothed in materials that cannot be made into a rope; on his feet are felt slippers. His fingernails are pared twice a week; he gets no knife or fork with his meals...
...visitors left before midnight. The prison quieted down. In a secluded room sat Convict Thomas ("Red") Moran, 22, who murdered two Brooklyn policemen in 1926. Convict Moran was playing pinochle with his keeper and talking to Warden Lawes and Father McCaffrey, the prison chaplain. About 1 a. m. some others came in. Convict Moran lit a cigaret. They led him to, and through, a little green door. He flipped away his cigaret and sat down silently in the electric chair. Six minutes later he was pronounced dead. It was New York's 288th execution...
...them spent many a happy day in the hills-the pig running ahead, squealing when he was on the trail and killing the rabbit when he caught it, Robert Wilson shambling through the underbrush after him, to collect the corpses and make them into pie. Last week the game warden, L. A. Paxton, found out about Robert Wilson and his pig; it is against the law to hunt with an animal which kills game for the hunter. Hence, it appeared probable, Robert Wilson would lose his hunting...