Another in our series of new transcriptions of contemporary articles on the Leo Frank case.
Atlanta Georgian
July 30th, 1913
By JAMES B. NEVIN.
If Mr. Luther Z. Rosser’s bite is one-half so dangerous as his growl undoubtedly is disconcerting and awe-inspiring, there will be little save shreds and patches of the prosecution left when the State comes eventually to sum up its case against Leo Frank.
Rosser’s examination of Newt Lee was one of the most nerve racking and interesting I ever listened to.
It reminded me much of a big mastiff worrying and teasing a huge brown rat, and grimly bent eventually upon the rat’s utter annihilation.
A witness up against one of Rosser’s might bombardments is in a decidedly uncomfortable predicament—no doubt about that!
True, Lee snapped back at Rosser and growled angrily every little bit, and strove this way and that to get away from the insistent prod of the tremendously menacing mass of humanity forever in front of him, worrying, teasing, sneering, and threatening, but he could not.
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