Life — September 10, 1925 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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0 DAILY LIFE Girl Slayer’s Own Story WAILY LIFE Secures Exclusive Confession as Seventeen- Year-Old Begins Long Jail Term ER head held high, a wan smile playing about her . A strong, yet delicately chiseled face, pretty Dora “Babe”) Zwanzinger, 17, confessed slayer, started on he long road to rehabilitation yesterday via the State *enitentiary. To-day, clad in dull gray prison garb, she is plain Jo. 114618769231, serving a sentence of 40 years which, wrison officials say, can be reduced to not less than 15 aonths by simple arithmetic. “A message for DAILY LIFE?” said Babe as she milingly posed for the photographers with Detective <ilarney handcuffed lightly to her wrist. “As I look back at it now, it Nl seems like a dream. And et it was so real, so real. “I was only sixteen and knew othing of life. I had been rought up in the country, by trait-laced puritanical par- nts. Shields Other Man A my life. He was hand- ome, clegant, an easy spender “There I was, railroaded to Devil's Island, the hell - hole of the universe, for a crime that I did not commit. The canaries came and sat on my | shoulder and I shared with them the crust of bread and the glass of water that were my daily rations. But I did not despair. Where there is life, I had read somewhere, there is hope, and I was prepared to see it through. “In Monte Carlo I met the man who was so strangely to ND then a man came into ——> PICTURES* PRIZES* PUNCH’ “My Parents Never Told Me”—Babe influence my entire life. 1 had been at the Casino, where I had lost heavily, and was on my way back to Cannes in my motor, wrapped in my bitter thoughts, when he stopped me: I can see him still, his cynical eyes penetrat- ing through the light of the match which he -held to his cig- arette in his cupped hand. “I sat there, alone on that New Year’s Eve and said to my- self: ‘See here, Judge Gary | you have been going to the bar- ber for fifteen years. At an average outlay of two dollars a week, that makes a total of $1,500, or the interest on $25,- 000. Why not shave yourself?’ “As usual, I was the last per- son to notice it. His affair with the Euphrosyne ‘woman was the talk of the whole town before it reached my ears. “And here I am, to-day, an old woman, friendless, penniless and no longer beautiful. But I have, praise be, my memories.” Are You Doing Your Bit To Save McMurtrie Boulevard? Get Together, Citizens, id Wipe Out Our City’s Disgrace! nd I thought I could trust him. will not name him, for he is ,ow married and has a wife who loves him. His name is Robert stevens, “What could I do? I loved ay child and the fact that in he eyes of a bigoted world he wad no father could mean noth- ng to me. Here and now I tate, and let those intellectuals vho will receive it with a sneer, hat all that I am I owe my nother. “At the time it seemed such . simple matter. I was to have sorgeous gowns in which to show myself in the beautiful afes and gardens of the town, here would be money which could send home to my family hat was so bitterly in need of t, trips to the Mediterranean n palatial yachts were not only rossible but certain,—and so I vielded, as who would not? Shares Last Crust fC. was not too late, however, as Ralph De Palma learned xo his cost. My mechanician rushed to the pits, seized the 2ssential parts, applied them to pur smoking machine, and we were on our way, having lost a precious, though not an utterly essential, two laps. MIXED BATHING must clergymen and_ divines, APPLE WEEK. Scene photographer shows what mixed bathing looks like. This Doomed? ers stop say many prominent inaugurating NATIONAL snapped by DAILY LIFE BRIGHT SAYINGS OF PARENTS (Has Mother or Daddy * at the table? “pulled a good 0: DAILY LIFE will pay $100 for every bright saying published. This contest is e¢ provided DAILY LIFE or his or her immediate fam! Papa was tucking me into bed last night, and just as he was turning out the light, I thought I would ask him a question, so I said: “What is an optimist, Pop?” “A man who thinks he can make it in par, my son,” he came right back. Not bad, | thought at the time. Tony Mussolini, 22 Worm Drive, Panacea, Pa. My mother Myrtle often sends us children into convulsions of laughter by her quick wit, and ready comebacks, Several days ago my father was talking in his sleep and he kept saying: “Olive!” Well, my mother asked him the next morning: “Who was Olive?” and he said: “Oh, just a horse I bought yester- day.” . So to-night when Myrtle meets him at the head of the stairs, she says to him: “By the way, Peter, your horse called you up to-day.” We children laughed to see how father’s face fell, closely followed by father. Willie Doolittle, Aged 5, Boonton, N. J. Fatal Fun Kin Rush Aid As Life Ebbs (Special to DAILY LIFE) A good story is told by Paul Poiret, famed fashion designer, at his own expense. It seems that a little girl entered his ate- lier one day and asked M. Poiret to give her a sentence with the word “calliope” in it. The great man thought for some moments and finally was compelled to “give up.” “The more fool you,” said the little girl, whose true confes- sions will appear exclusively in DAILY LIFE. How'd ya like to get into the movies? How'd ya like t’ own a Rolls-Royce station wagon? How'd ya like to hob-nob with all the high mucky-mucks in Newport? Read DAILY LIFE—that's the answer. comicbooks.com