Goose-Flesh

For the past two weeks, Germans throughout the length and breadth of Germany have taken an absorbing interest in their newspapers. Supercilious Frauen would adjust their thick pince-nez, glance at the headlines, shudder, read something else, return to the headlines, shudder again, put down the paper, go away, come back, look at the headline once more and again shudder, then plunge into the story.

FraulEin, with minds as sticky as chewing gum, giggled and gasped and choked and exclaimed aloud in horror.

Sensitive Juengling had chronic attacks of gooseflesh. At a certain beer garden in Berlin, a fat, elderly man was seen to order a stein of beer and forget it in the excitment of reading the evening shocker.

All this commotion was caused by the trial of a monster--Fritz Haarmann, charged with the murder of 27 persons. After a trial exciting the horror and disgust of the whole nation, Haarman and an accomplice named Hans Grans, who aided in one of the murders, were sentenced to death. Haarman was found guilty of 24 murders. Said he upon hearing the verdict:

"I accept the sentence fully and entirely, though I am innocent of some of the murders attributed to me."