Another in our series of new transcriptions of contemporary articles on the Leo Frank case.
July 30th, 1913
By O. B. KEELER.
The trouble is, plain human emotions won’t stick at concert pitch all the time.
And so the Frank trial, after the first twenty minutes, say, becomes much like any other trial.
Except in the flashes.
You get into the courtroom with some formality. At once you are in the midst of order. It is rather ponderous, made-to-order order. But it is order.
Officials stalk about, walking on the balls of their feet, like pussy cats. But they do not purr. They request you to be seated. You must not stand up; you must sit down. Unfortunately, you must stand up to walk to a place to sit down. And that grieves the officials. They mop their faces. One in particular uses an entirely red bandana handkerchief—sometimes for for his face, sometimes to flag standing spectators, who must sit down.
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