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WILL CHESSMAN
DIE
TODAY?
CELL 2455, Death Row, San Quentin, is
a concrete and steel cubicle, 42 ft.
wide, 101⁄2 ft. long, 72 ft. high.
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Caryl Chessman was 27 when they took him
there to die.
He is 39 now. For 12 years he
has been unged next door to the pint of no return.
"I came to the Row with one
driving, dominant good
to cut
jun on a legal marie and leave the How alive." be has santi
Will this happen?
. El times has execution day has brun Bxed.
Bught times he has talkeet it- self out at the gas chamber. The last respite he earned gave him 60 mne days to live.
The judge who sentenced him deud. So are several Of the jurors who found him guilty of the Red Light Bandit charges.
So is mader. So it father. I find wife hist married,
Caryl Chessman ~~~ all hope gone?
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THEN IT'S 9-50 AD. ALL HOPE FOR A STAY EXECUTION IS GONE,
OF
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Alsar detd are mor than 90 temporary neighbours in Death Row who couldn't conjure up the legal imule that has kept Chessman alve so far.
LAST HOURS
What is it like, this tortured 11fe-in-death life that he Jends?
In his book, Cell 2455 Drath Row (lished by Longmans, Green and Co, Ltd.) he graphi- cally deribes the How as execution draws near. The con- demned man is Big Red, o genial Arkansan, who killed a man n
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a drusken brawl....
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Gan. Diy Hed takes the picture with him, At the door of if a chamber he turns and hand it to a guard.
"I don't wanna take er there."
They seat him in one of the iro metal chairs, strap Já dan. A electric stethoscope is inped to his chest. A guard pats him on
KOREA
THE CHINA MAIL, MONDAY, MAY 2, 1960.
Syngman RHEE
Cummings
FORMOSA
"Good morning, General Chiang Kai-shok! Would you, by any chance, have accommodation for another distinguished refugee, shortly 7"
London Express Borrice.
IN DISMAY (AND ANGER)
Rome.
WHEN I was a little boy, living in North-West
London, I used occasionally to be taken to the fair on Hampstead Heath when Easter Bank Holiday came round.
There were swings and co- And whereas, in those dear, conut shtes; merry-go-rounde dead days, fallgued roisterers and hoop-log; dodgoms and were wont fo remove their know-your-strength machines, shoes and Rocks and
wade to a background of relentless. daringly in the
of the waters Taucets Nic.
White Stone Pond, hard by Jack Straw's Castle, the other night the bearded and be-jeaned ones, who had come limping in from Aldermaston on many a hard- camed bunton, and many excruciating corn, dabbled their burning feet in the cool waters of the Trafalgar Square foun- tain, while the bobbles looked obligingly elsewhere.
Nowadays it is no longer necessary. To journey to Hamp- stead. On Easter Munday you eun atation yourself In Trafal- gar Square un fet the carnival come subling and shombling along to present itself #1 foot of Nelson's Column).
the
ever
The music-raucous as is there. The roustabouts and barkers the back, "Goul
and pilch-men are fuel," Big Red quips.
there.
The wurders leave, The door is seated. Official witnesses stare at Big Red through the thick squat pluss windows of this chamber of death.
He snigs tentatively.
Hla
"Kum what i ant 'em to get nostrils twitch at the punyent, The for the last meal?" says Bekening sweet odour of peach Red. "Hanano erram pie. Ant I
it."
داگر
ast 'em to put forra bananas blossoms. He gulps a lungful of the deadly fumes. His scrsey reel vidały, then swim, as ronacims- uess recedes into a final dark-
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is silent Red Big moniat, then he says: "Ontu that's a herketa way to get pir. ain't t?"
Then two beitas - and a mut- den chifling silene stops th babel of voices.
"They ain't forgot me. 1 heur 'em coming," to Red saus. "Thint: Pll hide vider the bed, Tell em l'ee moved."
Ress.
For 10 minutes the process of dying goes on, writes Chessman. Big Red's body jerks once, twice, three lines. Then Big Red is irrevocably dead.
This the future that has for Chessman for 12
Chesman continuest Ther wurders mane along the Ion, lurked One ehrps an unlit cigar.
"I'm wum lake Ike with ar saps Bly Red, taking down
a pleture of Eisenhower he has
in his ret ike is somebody to believe in. He walks out clufch-
ng the picture.
He uralles down the corridor "So long, Chief; so long, TOP.
And he is gone. The last night next to the gas chamber he lies on his mistress, staring bluntly at the wal.
TALKING
POINTS
Prosperity destroys fools and endangers the wise.
-II. G. BOUN.
Many a man's reputation would not know his charac- ter if they met in the street. ELBERT HUBBARD.
A
years.
What is it like, this waiting?
VIOLENT
PAST
"A wall comes around me and the world when the time
as he near," said Chessman, talked of the sensation of being within hours of death. It is not fear in the ordinary way.
"There is emotion. But it doesn't And expression. The only reality is the knowledge
that there is nothing left. You
know there is only one thing
which is yours — and that is
your execution."
How long can it go on, this waiting?
"I don't know. I've often ask- ed myself. This has boen a bar- barous experience. What are the Bmits of the tolerance of my mind? What is my breaking point?"
BUT THERE 15 NO SELF-
PITY IN CHESSMAN.
"I Chank myself alone for my plight," he writes. "I certainly don't blame the courts or the prison poveruor. They didn't lavent Chessman the prycho- path with the violent criminal
"They only dealt with him ---- a man, they were repeatedly warned, ไปไห 切れず running, MORGAN PHILLIPS, sinister, dangerous and who, it ★ ★ ★
seemed, gave not a dawn for Poople say that life is the court or society, or anyone or
anything....** thing, but I prefer reading. -LOGAN PEARSALL SMITH.
politician without past. vanity is like a fish without! water.
*
ile says that his
death will
not stop the problem of the other come... | Chesonans who are
the hell-raising delinquents, the Method is the mother of little criminals who become by memory.
-THOMAS FULLER.
criminals.
Whatever Chessman may Gay about the death penalty, ono thing in verteln: The world is I never knew a man ofalckened by the system that meelt neglected. It Was keeps t man whiting twelve generally his own fault if he scars in life-or-death suspense. Talled of su€CEMI.
1
-BAMUEL JOHNSON.I
-London Expram Service.
...
So are the conic hats, the soft drink and sandwich sellers. The signs, of course, are there, Not, perhaps, quite se profess-
just Jonally designed—but geographical.
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The corn
Where, in my youth, I gazed at banners advertising the "Bearded Glautess from Pata Kobia," tast evening, under the golden glow of the sunshine at the top of Whitehall, I stared ni similar signs reading "Pres- tun suys Bon the Bomb.***
The kilt
an
I WRITE FROM
TRAFALGAR
SQUARE...
walked reassuringly backwards near by.
There 11 the front rank. behind the killed one, marched Miss Jac- the arch-protesters. quetta Hawktes was arrayed in crimson Sombrero anil canary-tinted, leenage, unkle- length socks.
a
by
RENE MacCOLL
The British are an incurably self-conscious race, and it was self-consciousness which seem- ed to be the dominant emotion, judging from the expressions on those in the procession's van, 'no
Yes. In a brilliantly scarlet But I am glad to report thoi the Aldermastonites tackled the wished to be recognised. One sweater cones stumping along, no such denouement disturbed home stretch from Parilament could imagine the whispers of looking like the wicketkeeper the measured rhythm of the
"Dig that famous geologist!" amid the flashy bats, Me Sydney march. Square.
from the watching crowd.
In
A young man of truculent aspect, arrayed in the kilt, Jed the entire procession, which aggregate would have provkind a handy gate at Lord's.
A
One
almost
Irit
that she
The purple
There
paced Canon
effectively, it seemed to me, put paid to any enthustus might be.
thera
He read his speech-ot all things: read it at considerable length. One phrase of his f treasured, however: "The Lord can look after Himself."
Near me mother pair of socks was stipped off another young man who resembled a refugey trom a King's-roud down payment sipped his feet into the fountain.
their The bobbles were at most avunculor. A spattering of applauso greeted the
Swedes, foreigners; the
the Danes, the Pakistanis, as they stumbled to the finishing ling.
A tiny boy pattered about with a suitably midget sign in his chubby fist: "Ban the Bomb."
The excuse
תחנננ
An elderly
with Silverman, M.I
trudged about Up on to Nelson's plinth resigned air
Bell they all hoist themselves. Into trying-unsuccessfully-to Yes, they were, shoulder to
"We are against the speeches they plunge. The newspapers. shoulder, facing dauntlessly the big holiday crowd arranges it- ALL forms of warfare, not just pigeons and the plaudits. The self comfortably in the
nuclear," he intoned, "Shame!" Kun- J. L. pace was slow, partly to allow
Now they shine.
won't have retorted a woman.
Collins. the almost inevitable fontsore ones to Keep up: to pay to get into the Zoo, or He beat furiously upon
embellishment of such cca partly to maintain the dignity stump up the fares for Hamp- drum. senior police officer sons.
One could call him the of a mournful tempo;
partly ton Court. "Predictable Prelate." for he has perhaps to enable all to recog a tremendous appetite for the afse the faces. The Calders, Procession of Pretest,
'H' The Great Deterrent that has terrified the World into staying
at peace
the Kemmers,
I must confess that I have the Horners, and the Foots, all always experienced ]bta little came on up Whitehall. difcinity in determining where
the priest stops neach publicist takes over.
the.
Bul where Collins walks-con Merv be far behind?
No. patch,.
no.
The fun!
The dipper
Who are those people? What do they really and they are. doing? Have they used their heads? Far too many of them,' 1 thought are exhibitionists, show-offs.
Comus and his Rout have
Some of them are the sort of who think it obligingly made their way the hairy horrors whole of 55 nlles into Central Intellectual not to wash morg London. What fun!
then once every three weeks. Canon Collins is now in full
A lot of them are the sort wha As they drew abreast of the flood. This is the Arst time I
tha promiscuously signed Literally a purple Life Guards un their sentry have. heard him in action, Stockholm
Peaco Lucre stalked
Pledge- a the duty, a brief nollon-instantly although heaven knows how blatant Communist-line trap~~ Bishop of Southwark, only a le repressed-flushed through my many of his letters to vorious sume years ago.
mind, of Miss Jacquetta Hawkes publications I have half-read. turning aside in drag o Life It turns out that he is a com Guard from his steed and pulsive M.C. He is the verbal occentrics. And I suppose that impaling herself upun his mortar among the various bricks eccentrielty, even on this scale, drawn sword, thus to demon--and it is often hard to tell and for such peculier ends, can strate her solidarity with the which is which.
+ be excused on a sunny holiday. older and more "conventior:ur
Now the Rev. Mervyn Stock- But, all in all, I am glad that webpons."
wood, Bishop of Southwark. He Easter only comes once a year.
behind his fellow churchmnan.
And-what is this?
BAN THE BOMB
RON EVANS ¦
"Helpt Warmongers!”
London Express. Morrice.
The Britisk aro a raco of
Apollo will give airliners more
room to
to fly in
'BRAIN' SOLVES SPACE TANGLE APOLLO, a computer being built, at Bracknell, Berks, is expected to
make Atlantic flying safer. Often there are as many as 100 airliners over the North Atlantic, and traffic will get more congested as travel gets cheaper and quicker.
So the automatic "brain" is being built to help solve North Attic traffic problems.
to
It has taken two years develop, and it will be another year before it is installed at the Atlantic control centre at Prest- wick.
Every then it will be used only on on experimentul basis.
The first
NEWS IN THE AIR
by
JAMES STUART
Apollo has been designed to Apollo, a Ferranti high-speed #eet up the work of the con- computer using transistors, introllers who now make out the the first of its kind.
progress atrips for each air- Under present Atlantic traffic cruft themselves, regulations alrihem ero
repärated vertaally by 1,000ft, or.
Atlantic is infringing the separa-. tion standards between his alre liner and any her.
His own plane.
More people are using, air- planea for their own, travel in Britain.
I hear that comedian Stan Sennett is flying an American- bullt Cessna four-seater, which be night second-band for £3,000. Previously he owned a British Auner,
Stan, who lives in Cardiff, wondars why other stage stari
From the Internation fed into do not take to dying. I
for modern high-flying jets. the computer it will print out not really expensive ho saye 2,000ct. There have to be wide the strips for each aircraft and car is land and thirsty, and distances between them both give up-to-the-minute inforna- he finds it pays to fly from bla home to theatre engagements ali laterally and in the line of fight, tion on air traffic conditions.
over the country,” Flight plane are fled with the The computer will also carry controllers before the start of nut enteulations of the colllajos mach trip, and radio confnet is risky between any twù altcraft, maintainer with the alroraft when progress
flashed back,
reports RIA
The ong drawback is the situation of sinilelds. 14. nome-
times cos'a ng much in taxis. from tlio sirfeld to the "Dianfre It will be able to know, wo, as to fly from Cardia, he reports.
—ILYTSED, KEvtern. Kytviauk,
it any copliain out over the
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