"They led Ruth Brown Snyder from her steel cage tonight. Then the powerful guards thrust her irrevocably into the obscene, sprawling oak arms of the ugly electric chair . . . The body that once throbbed with the joy of her sordid bacchanals turned brick red as the current struck . . . That was only 30 minutes ago. The memory of the crazed woman in her last agony as she struggled against the unholy embrace of the chair is yet too harrowing . . . She wore blue bloomers . . ." In such flamboyant journalese, flamboyant Hearstling Gene...
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