Above the execution chamber of Sing Sing Prison, in a small room comfortably furnished and brightly decorated, a grey old man lay sick abed last month. Because he had often before been "good copy," Manhattan newspapers reported him "dying." But prison officials said it was not so bad as that. He had failed considerably, they said. His rheumatism was much worse. They had tried to move him to the prison hospital. But his sunken grey-green eyes had blazed refusal.
Just so had this prisoner, Charles E. Chapin, 72, longtime city editor of the New...
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