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Source: Auburn Bulletin
Source type: newspaper
Document type: article
Document title: “Murderer in a Cell”
Author(s): anonymous
City of publication: Auburn, New York
Date of publication: 27 September 1901
Volume number: 76
Issue number: 6766
Pagination: 1

“Murderer in a Cell.” Auburn Bulletin 27 Sept. 1901 v76n6766: p. 1.
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Leon Czolgosz (arrival at Auburn State Prison); Leon Czolgosz (incarceration: Auburn, NY); Leon Czolgosz (medical condition); John Gerin.
Named persons
Leon Czolgosz; John Gerin; Loran L. Lewis [first name misspelled below]; John Martin (b); William McKinley; J. Warren Mead; George N. Mitchell; Robert C. Titus; Allen P. Tupper.
The article (below) is accompanied on the same page with two photographs of Czolgosz.


Murderer in a Cell


Collapsed in the Prison Hall After the Gate Had Been Safely Closed Behind Him.

     Cringing, whining, the cur that he is, Leon F. Czolgosz, the assassin of President William McKinley, was received within the gates of Auburn prison just after the bells had tolled the hour of 3 this morning.
     This fiend incarnate, who had gone so far as to plead his guilt when called before the bar of justice, who had refused to talk with former Supreme Court Justices Loren L. Lewis and Robert C. Titus, the eminent lawyers who had been assigned to defend him, who had declared his contempt of existing laws and his disbelief in holy teachings—this horrible example of the unchecked spread of Anarchy in the United States, came to the place of his doom a picture of abject misery. The brain that had been perverted until it could plan and successfully execute the dastardly plan of killing the President of the Republic which assured him life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, had failed; the hand that had held the revolver that carried out the dictates of that mind had lost its cunning.
     Czolgosz, the fiend, who had declared that he had but done his duty in striving to bereave the Nation of its beloved Chief Executive, himself brought to a realization of the fate that must be his, failed. Failed! Aye, collapsed! His spirit was broken when the crucial test came as are the spirits of those of his ilk who are brought face to face with the law’s stern mandate for their inflammatory utterances and destructive deeds.
     The law allows Czolgosz until the beginning of the week of October 28 to live. To those nearest him when he entered Auburn prison early this morning he appeared to die a thousand deaths and [each?] death worse a thousand times than the humane punishment prescribed by New York State law for offenses of the gravity of his.
     Words actually fail to describe the condition of the wretch. Had his offense been less grievous, had there been the slightest doubt of his mental soundness when he committed his terrible crime, brawny men, whose eyes are accustomed to affecting scenes, who are oftimes [sic] compelled to perform duties repugnant to their natures, would have been moved to pity the dastard. But there was no pity there[.]
     Shaking from head to foot, his eyes closed and his lips uttering sounds that seemed pleas for mercy, the slayer of William McKinley was placed on one of the sitting benches in the rear of the main hall as soon as he arrived. His right wrist was handcuffed to the left one of Jailer Mitchell, of Erie county [sic]. Placed in a sitting posture, Czolgosz at once reclined on his left arm and then extended that so as to let his head fall to the seat of the bench.
     A momentary difficulty was experienced in unlocking the handcuff which secured the assassin’s right wrist. He turned his head so that his face was upwards. His lips did not part but from them issued sounds as though from one in great pain. The handcuff was unlocked and the prisoner was unceremoniously yanked to a sitting posture. The handcuff once off he was Warden Mead’s prisoner and two of that official’s assistants, Principal Keeper Allen P. Tupper and Keeper John Martin were on hand to carry out the warden’s orders. These were that the prisoner be removed to the principal keeper’s office.
     As Keepers Tupper and Martin laid hold of him, the body of Czolgosz twitched convulsively, then his head dropped to one side and he emitted a groan that will never be forgotten by those who heard it. The prison officials raised him from the bench but his legs bent under him. He had lost the power of locomotion. He was conscious, apparently, but the climax of the terrible strain which he had undergone seemed to have arrived and there were those among the spectators through whose mind flashed the thought that nature was about to cheat the law of the State, and the Nation’s expressed will.
     Czolgosz was fairly carried to the office of Principal Keeper Tupper and placed in a chair. His body fell forward, his legs were limp and his face, not marked by much color at any time, was ashen. There were skeptics among the officers who did not hesitate to declare their belief that the murderer was shamming, but they were few. No time was lost in divesting Czolgosz of his well worn clothing. As soon as this operation was begun the assassin’s moans became so loud that they were plainly audible to the crowd in the hall, separated from the principal keeper’s office by the door thereof, a heavy door with a small wicket opening into the hall, and several feet of space.
     Warden Mead feared that the man was in a dangerous way and sent post-haste for Prison Physician Gerin. That officer responded with all the speed at his command but by the time he arrived Czolgosz was minus the clothes he wore when he entered the gate and garbed in a prison made suit of dark material, the regulation suit given convicts on their discharge from prison and the kind which most of his 14 predecessors to the electric chair in Auburn prison had worn. But his cries and groans had not ceased.
     Dr. Gerin took charge of the man at once, had sufficient of his clothing removed or loosened to permit of a pretty thorough examination and then determined that the murderer of the Nation’s Chief Magistrate was in a highly nervous state, bordering on collapse, a condition hastened perhaps by his speedy and none too ceremonious journey through the crowd between the station and the gate, supplementing his dread of bodily harm. The doctor was of the opinion, however, that his collapse was not so serious as appeared and that Czolgosz was shamming to some extent.



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