Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, April 23, 1913, Image 2

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k r- I . T i null •Subh! w» rif T1 1 THE ATLAjN 1 A UEUKU1AA AA L> ISH.U «. \\ MJ.\ h!M)A Y . A.l'lllL 2’,i. 19W. Caruso Sketches Mayor Woodward And Colonel Peel Continued from Page One. lawyers and the Solicitor. Unit* mm •something entirely unlooked for de velop.-. Solicitor Dorsey expects the rase to be in the hands of a jury to morrow. Accused m Good Spirits. Mrs Appelbaum arose early at the Tower this morning and long befon the hour for her departure for ’h court room she was anxiously await ing the arrival of attendants. She was dressed as she was yesterday—black broadcloth ?kirt. black silk waist and black oxfords. If anything, she was in better spirits and more confident of acquittal than she has been since she was confined in the Tower, three months ago. Solicitor Dorsey will attempt to break down the theory advanced by Mrs. Appelbaum’s lawyers that Appel- baum shot himself. Whether he had any witness, or witnesses, that would throw any additional light on the mystery he would make no statement. b\it he was equally as confident of onvicted. he said, as Mrs. Appel baum and her attorneys were of ac quittal. It is understood that Applebaum de fense will be based on the testimony of two witnesses, the men who testi fied at the Coroner’s inquest that in the interval between the first and second shots they heard In the Appel baum room, they distinctly heard footfalls, as if some one were running Sn the hall past their door. If the jury believes it was Mrs. Appelbaum that ran past G. Cohen's door before the last, or second, shot was fired, the suicide theory will be 'Stablished, for it was only a few’ seconds after the last shot was fired that Mrs. Appelbaum. hysterical, ran into the hotel lobby. Some one did run by Cohen's door toward the staircase, say her lawyers, and they will attempt to show’ it was the woman on trial for her life, running from the sight of her hus band shooting himself,,or possibly go ing for medical aid. With the exception of a heightened pallor caused by the long confine ment and a slightt inge of gray in her hair. Mrs. Appelbaum looked but ittle different from the pictures of her printed at the time of the shoot ing. She was, however, an entirely different woman from the almost hya- ierics 1 witness at the coroner'R in quest She was perfectly composed and took a lively interest in the proceedings in the court room. Black Sheep of Rich Family. Dispatches from New York say that Appelbaum was the “black sheep” of a wealthy family there and that a horror of becoming identified as rela tives of the slain man led the mem bers to permit his burial in a lot in Atlanta which Mrs. Appelbaum pur chased. Heartbroken by the years of worry which she had endured because of his escapades which had their tragic ending in the Dakota Hotel, his moth er. Mrs. lsador Appelbaum. is said to be dying at her home, 1987 Daly Avenue, Bronx Borough. She had been acquainted with the wild life of her son. his many loves and the homes that l*e was reported to have ruined. Three years ago, abandoning hope of bis reformation, the family ostra 1 ised him utterly and heard nothing from him until the news went abroad that he had been shot down in his room itt an Atlanta hotel, either by his own hand or that of his wife. A brother of the dead man lives at 309 West Ninety-ninth Street. New' York, and has offices at 55 Liberty Street. Disowned After Disclosures. Appelbaum’s career began in New York about fourteen years ago when he was named as defendant in a sen sational separation suit filed by a wife whom he married several months be fore. In her suit the first Mrs. Ap pelbaum asserted among other things that her husband had threatened to kill her. The separation was granted and as a result of the disclosures Ap- pelbaum’s family practically disown ed him. although they kept in touch with him until three years ago. Since that time he was compelled to flee many limes from the vengeance of the fathers and husbands of the women over whom he appeared to • xercise a hypnotic influence. As the proprietor of a drug store in Brook lyn. a number of women fell in love with him in his early adys, and he is well remembered there yet. Shots Followed Angry Words. Jerome A Appelbaum was shot while in his room at the Dakota H >- te| the morning of February 25. G. IN IL S. PEN; Julian Hawthorne COLONEL W. L. PEEL. Signor Caruso, who could make a first-rate livelihood as cartoonist if his golden voice were to fall, to-day made these sketches of tvro of At lanta's leading citizens Golden Voice of Greatest Tenor Touches Prisoners—Tv Cobb Also a Visitor. Cohen, a traveling salesman, who had « room next to that of tin* Appel- baums, was startled by the sound of shots following angry words and sounds like that of a scuffle. He called P. T. Thomason, the clerk, on the r-.om telephone, telling him to hurry upstairs, as the people in the next room were "shooting each other up.” Barely had Thomason started up stairs, without waiting for the ele vator, before Mrs. Appelbaum, dis traught and hysterical, and clad only in a night robe and kimono, stag gered dow'n the stairs and fell faint ing into his arms. Attracted by the shots and excite ment, a crowd quickly gathered and followed the hotel clerk up to room 211. Appelbaum, with a bullet wound below' his heart and tw r o wounds in ills right arm. la- on the floor dead. Wife’s Story Was Incoherent. Mrs. Appelbaum was incoherent. She could give no satisfactory explanation of the shooting Her only statements were the most disjointed and illogical sentences. In one breath she declared she could not have killed her husband and in the next she exclaimed that if she did it was God’s work. Out of her hys terical ravings the listeners were able to gather that there had been a quar rel; that she was accusing her hus band. now dead, of having threatened her at the pistol's point if she did not give her diamonds over into his pos session. “He was mean: he was bad.” she muttered. ' If I shot him it was in self-defense.” She w as placed In the Tower, w here she expressed the desire to have de fend her the same lawyers that suc cessfully had defended Daisy Grace, Moore & Brunch, whose case so close ly paralleled her own and for whorr. she was said to have expressed the warmest .admiration. Trail of Conquests Bared. In the discovery of a number of love Utters to Appelbaum from oth er women, the detectives the follow ing day thought they had discovered n possible motive for the murder, if murder It was. Dispatches from Kansas City told of a wife from whom he had been divorced only a few days. If the dispatches were correct, he had been living blg&mously with Gallic Scott Appelbaum. Letters disclosed a sweetheart in Saginaw, Mich., identified only ns “Girlie.** Reports from Charlotte, N. C.. where the Appelbaum.s had lived before coming to Atlanta, described a trail of b.-oken hearts that the Lotha rio had left across half the continent. Gallic Scott Appelbaum’s heart af fairs had been no less tangled or im petuous. As an unsophisticated coun try giri she had married G. D. Hen derson. of Brewton. Ala. Later she became the wife of J. H. Keller, of Montgomery. Ala., and it was while she was in Atlanta after divorcing Keller that she met Appelbaum. Son Stands With Her. The da\ after the shooting. Mrs. \ppelbuum collapsed, and it was feared that she would have to be taken to^the hospital. At her own re hood’s Sarsaparilla In hundreds of homes is the fav- rite pring Medicine <3RAND OPERA IN PRISON. By Knrico Caruso. World’s Greatest Tenor. “O Paradite,” L’Africaine• Meyerbeer “Idealle,” a ballad Totti “Ridi Pagliacci" (sob song), I Pagliacci—Leoncavallo This is the incomparable pro gram the golden-voiced tenor sang for the prisoners at the Federal Penitentiary this afternoon. Made from Roots. Barks Herbs and other ingredients. Including just those proscribed by the best physicians for aliments of the bk>9^ stomach, kidneys and liver CretJfB an appetite. quest she was permitted to look upon the body of her dead husband, and the experience unnerved her. Her son. Claude Henderson, came to Atlanta from Montgomery soon after she whs imprisoned and declared he would stand by her to the end. He expressed his firm belief in her innocence. • A dramatic scene was enacted at the funeral of Appelbaum when the I widow was carried on a stretcher I from the Tower to witness the last brief ceremonies. Three days later j the Fulton County Grand Jury in dicted her for murder To The Georgian she gave yester day the first statement she had made since entering the county jail after the killing. Remarkably recovered from the breakdown which followed the tragedy, she voiced her calm as surance that she would be acquitted and th* declaration that she had a conscience perfect!? clear and un- trouble^'* “I have never sung so well in my life. My heart went out to those poor, erring men and I had all I could do to keep from falter ing in the midat of the 'Sob Song.’ The brilliance of a bejeweled the ater, the dazzle of the most splen did audience, has never affected me as that »ilent, somewhat grim audience of this afternoon. I put my heart into my singing, and if I brought a ray of joy to but one prisoner I am more than content.” —Enrico Caruso, after singing to the Federal prisoner* this after noon. The great bell of the Federal Pris on tapped sharply at 2 o’clock this afternoon. The little group of priv ileged visitors waiting in the main corridor heard the rattle of heavy bolts as they shot back from the cells, the sharp, staccato commands of the guards, the shuffling of tw’o thousand feet on the concrete floors. Into the corridors, past the iron grat ings, marched the strangest audience the greatest tenor in history ever has charmed. For Caruso was to sing to the con victs. Tyrus Raymond Gobb. the world's greatest baseball player, heard Ca ruso sing. Cobb’s visit was unher alded. Because of the fact that the afternoon was strictly a Caruso af- faii*, Cobb was not introduced to the prisoners, and only those w’ho had seen him on tlie diamond knew he w as there. / The prison auditorium was full to the last seat when the march had ended. There were beardless young sters paying the penalty of an hour's indiscretion with some other man's money; wrinkled old offenders who sat sullenly in their chairs and sneer ed under their breath—at first—at the break in the prison routine. There were old men with the prison pallor in their faces clad in the rough wool en of the prison garb, w'hg had one day driven in their own carriages to the Metropolitan and listened to Ca ruso from the diamond horseshoe, where society finds its greatest dis play. There were bent and haggard moonshiners from the mountains, shut inside four walls, perhaps to find release by tuberculosis, the great pardoner of all prisoners. They sat and waited, while behind them stood the warden and his deputies, watch ing, always watching. Behind these, in their elevated chairs, sat the guards, rifies across knees, eyes on the men before them. Hawthorne Affected. In a coiner near the little stage sat an old man, who has been much in the public prints of late. Julian Hawthorne, himself a writer of note, the grandson of the famous Na thaniel Hawthorne, master of litera ture. It had been only a day since the news had come to him that ln& plea for a parole had been refused. He is scarcely 60, but he seemei years more than that" to-day. ^ In a (luster not for from the stage waited the most appreciative musi • lovers of the day, their swarthy faces lighted wit'll anticipation, their white teeth shining as they smiled. Here were Lupo the Wolf, once king of the Black Handers, and n little band of his brother Italians captured with him Caruso was no novelty to them, though they had never expected io hear the golden tenor in such sur roundings as this. The Auditorium was deathly quiet when the accompanist struck the keys and Caruso stepped to the little plat form. Behind him was the garish scenery of the prison theater, rudely painted by a convict w ith artistic ten dencies Before him sat the members of the prison orchestra, musicians drawn from the rank? of the convicts. Caruso Falters. The tenor swept his dark eyes over his strange audience, past the guards and their rifles, up to the high barred windows cut in the solid wall. Then he began the opening bars of the "Oh, Paradise.” aria from Meyerbeer’s “L'Africaino." If Caruso faltered a moment at the beginning it must not be thought he was in "bad voice.” It would not re quire the temperament of an opera singer to be touched out of one's calm by a scene like this. But the tenor found himself, and the great aria of Vasco di Gama, rich, sonorous, boom ed through the hall and echoed from the walls, those walls which shut in Who is Prisoner No. 4435 in theFederal Prison, wrote the following tribute for Good Words, the prison magazine, and it is first published to-day: ENRICO CARUSO We sil in our rows of sodden gray I "p thore in the groat blank hall; Through the window-bars the great blue day And Nie golden sunshine call, . Call us, as Christ called Lazarus, dead. To rise and come forth from his grave. But Christ cares not to free us, we said. To give back the life God gave. Better the dead than the living dead Whom the World shuts out and the bars shut in. .Man-made scapegoats of all men’s sin! Then, in the hush of the great blank hall, God wrought a wondrous miracle. Cor a voice, like a glorious trumpet-call. Arose as a soul from the deeps of hell, And our souls rose with it on wondrous wings. Rose from their prison of iron and clay, forgot the grime and the shame of things! We were men once again in a sunlit day, Sin and grief and punishment—all Were lost in that human trumpet-call. Not bars nor banishment can abate The strong swift wings of the deathless soul Soaring aloft over grief and fate As the tones of the master of music roll Through the gloom and doom of the prison-pen. Distilling the fragrance of flowering song Into hearts that remember Youth again And innocent loves that knew no wrong. How then, if such be music’s spell. Shall we doubt that Christ still conquers hell ? The above poem wan inspired by gratitude for Caruso's gracious act in singing for the prisoners this afternoon. Wilson's Plea That Secretary of State Paass on the Land Bill Is Heeded. WASHINGTON, April 23.— Word reached the White House this afternoon that the Califor* nia Senate and Assembly will pass a joint resolution inviting the Secretary of State to visit California, following out Presi dent Wilson’s suggestion made earlier in the day. The Secretary of State will leave for Sacramen to either to-night or early to- everything that enters, upon which there is inscribed no "Exit.” The singer ceased. There was a moment of silence, then a long, sibi lant sigh, the expression of relief from profound tension. Then a little patter of applause, timid at first, which swelled into a perfect peal of hand-clapping. Th e prisoners stirred in their seats, looked at one another in wonder, and waited for the next. The next, was Tosti’s ballad, Idealla,” a simple work sung with all the expression the master of all sing ers could give it. But the best was reserved for W last, the greatest song in all opera, the aria which has won Caruso his greatest fame, the ef fort which costs him more in vocal strain and fatigue than a whole act of ordinary opera—the wonderful la ment of Canio in ' Pagliacci,” known to the world as "The Sob Song.” Caruso wore a street suit instead of the white flowing blouse and trou sers of the mountebank; his • black hair w as free from the conical cap of the strolling player. But when he had begun the aria those who new "Pag liacci" forgot the bare . tditorium and its rough-clad audience and saw only the mimic stage, the assembled villagers, the body of the murdered Nedda with the crimson stain upon her breast. “Vesta la giubba," the tenor began. The notes were a sharp command, “On with the play.’’ And then followed the story of the outcast player, who must laugh and joke and dance though his heart be breaking. The great chest swelled with emotion, the wonderful voice soared out over the silent throng. At last, climbing to that clear, high note which is Caru so’s and Caruso’s alone, the Canio of the moment broke into that succession of sobs which give the song its name, those sobs which seem to tear the very heart from the singer, which leave the audience always in tears. Weep as Children. And there were tears in plenty this afternoon. Old men who had not wept since boyhood, who had faced arrest with bravado, had endured in stolid indifference endless days upon days of captivity, were drying their cheeks with their sleeves. F'ar up the center aisle a man of 50 who once had been a banker was weeping as freely as a child, unconscious of the curious eyes which watched him. Al most at the rear a boy—hardly out of his teens—had buried his face in his hands and was sobbing as though his heart would break. “Clang! Clang!” The concert Is over. The prison bell arouses the thousand from their reverie, surrounds them once more with cold stor.e walls, drives them back to the day's routine. But it has been a day in a thousand a day worth marking with a special cross in those tiny, tragic calendars the prisoners scratch with their nails upon the white walls of their cells. As the last of the audience files out Caruso waves a farewell. "We hope you can come again some day," the warden says, as he shakes hands. “Of a certainty.' returned Caruso. “Whenever T come to Atlanta again.'' The great tenor was introduced by Warden Moyer, who took note of the tense eagerness of his wards, and ma.de his remarks short. At the conclusion of the eventful program Chaplain Beeber presented a great bouquet of flowers from the Italian prisoners, and the tenor accepted them with tears in his eyes. He said afterwards the sobs in his throat choked any words he might have said, but the prisoners under stood. Declare Johnson Acts On .Roosevelt’s Advice. SACRAMENTO, CAL.. April 23- News that President Wilson had sug gested to Governor Hiram Johnson in a telegram to-day that Secretary of State William J. Bryan visit Califor nia and confer over the anti-alien land legislation created intense in terest here as regards its political efjfct on national and State politics. Some Legislators to-day asserted that Governor Johnson is acting on advice secretly received from Roose velt. Governor Johnson refused to say whether he had heard from Roosevelt. That the fate of the anti-alien bill was purely a matter of sharp party politics was admitted by Senate lead ers. The party line between the Dem ocrats and the Republicans and Pro gressives. it was asserted, would be sharply drawn when voting on the bill came up. It is expected that the vote will be taken to-morrow. Many politicians here asserted that the fact that partisan politics had been injected into the issue was a shrewd move on the part of Wilson. They asserted this meant the bill would fail of passage in any form and tS= administration would be saved embarrassing complications. American Embassy Declines Jap Guard. Special Cable to The Atlanta Georgian. TOKIO. April 23.—The Japanese Government to-day volunteered to place a guard over the United States Embassy on account of the inflamed condition of the populace, but such protection was not deemed neces sary. Feeling over the anti-alien bill pending in th^ California Legislature, aimed at the Japanese, is growing more intense. Conservatives are at tempting to calm the public by de claring the bill probably will be kill ed. but the jingoes have so far been able to overcome the professions of the peace lovers. Nearly everybody in Atlanta reads i The Sunday American. YOUR ad vertisement in the next issue will sell goods. Try it! morrow. WASHINGTON, April 23.—Presi dent. Wilson, alarmed at the develop ments in the California-Japanese situation, to-day wired Governor Johnson and the Legislature of Cali fornia to inquire whether it would ho agreeable to them to have Secretary of State Bryan visit Sacramento :o co-operate with the California au thorities in framing an alien land bill which would not trespass on the treaty obligations of the United States. The President's message to John son read: # Thank you for your patriotic telegram. We find it so difficult from this distance to understand fully the situation with regard to the sentiment or the circum stances lying back of the pend ing proposal ’ concerning the ownership of land in the State that I venture to inquire whether it would be agreeable to you and the Legislature to have the Sec retary of State visit Sacramento for the purpose of counseling with ybu and the members of the Legislature and co-operating with you and them in the fram ing of a law which woujd meet with the views of the State and yet leave untouched the interna tional obligations of the United States. WOODROW WILSON. The same telegram, with the ex ception of the opening sentence, was sent to the President of the Senate and the Speaker of the Assembly of California. Japanese Ambassador Scouts Rumors of War. WASHINGTON, April 23.—“Japan will not declare war upon the United States even though California passes an alien land law aimed exclusively at the Japanese.” This was the confident and em phatic prediction of Viscount Chinda, Japanese Ambassador, represented by his secretary, Okabe. The Ambassa dor regrets greatly that there should be any war scare in this country.- "The better element in Japan.” he declares, “are working with might and main to quiet the revolutionary talk of the lower classes.” That these efforts will be success ful is the confident befief of the Am bassador as expressed in the press. Viscount Chinda will visit Secre tary of State Bryan to-morrow on the usual diplomatic calling day. He declined to-day to state the nature of his proposed conference there. J FLOWERS and FLORAL DESIGNS ATLANTA FLORAL CO. ; Both Phones Number 4. 41 Peachtree! 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Lady Duff Gordon is the famous “Lucile” of London and the foremost creator of fashions in the world. “WILD WOMEN” The supreme court of New York has just decided “what is to be done to militant* suffra gettes if they start in on a cam paign of lawlessness in America as they have in England.” A most important article to • both men and women. DANCING OFF FAT / ure. ANNA HELD the This beautiful star of stage plays “A Respectable American Woman,” and the story is well worth reading. She defends American women in a charming way. You may re member she was the songbird who sang “I cannot make my eyes behave.’ THINGS YOU OUGHT TO KNOW Order your paper NOW. Both Phone*. Main 8000 The Market Place of the South The third of an instructive series of articles by the well known dancer Ruth St. Denis, “How to have a beautiful fig- Copiously illustrated. Just why you are getting bald. New things about sunburn What school children should eat, and a score of other things not found in books. 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