Steaming gruel, juicy lamb chops, southern -cooked biscuits, crisp bacon all went into Room 19 and came back almost untouched. Doctors, nurses, urged the patient to eat, but Earl Carroll would only turn his head away, answer: "I can't, I can't." In some two months his weight had dropped from 145 to 130 pounds. Propped up on his pillows, eyes closed, long wisps of hair straggling across his high forehead, he lay in what one observer called a state of "cell shock," his mind apparently focussed on the prison sentence that lay before...
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