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AN AD-LESS NEWSPAPER-COMPLETE WIRE AND CABLENEWS REPORT OF UNITED PRESS THE DAY BOOK soa SO. PEORIA ST. 398 TEL. MONROE 353 VOL.2,N0.53 Chicago, Friday, Nov. 29, 1912 ONE CENT J. FRANK HICKEY CONFESSES TO MURDER OF JOSEPH JOSEPHS AND MICHAEL KRUCK Buffalo, N. Y., Nov. 29. J. Frank Ifrckey, scion of an old and aristocratic Massachusetts fam ily, ricn and polished has con f essed to the murder of 7-year-old Joseph Josephs at Lackawanna and of 10-year-old Michael Kruck in Central ParkN, Y.' Hickey made-his confession to DistricUUtorn'ey Wesley Dudley here after a 24 hour third degree grilling. The man is a 'degenerate. He outraged iboth the children before he chokea them to death with his hare hands. " When Hickey began his cqn fesslon he shoved no emotion whatsoever,' "but when he 'got down to the actual details of th murders he wept. "It was drink that led me to do it," he said. "Z finsjabecame a drunkard, and the drinloitg made me a degenerate. . "When I first became a degen-' erate, I was ashamed, horribly ashamed. But afteratime my4 shame left me, and I gloried in my lust. "I was a. -degenerate for many years before I ever becanie seized with the desire to murder my vic tims. ' y "But after I got that homicidal mania. I never lost it. I wanted to kill every child I outraged, and I wanted to do it with my bare hands. "I wats filled with remorse after I killed the little New Yorkjnews boy. He was my "first viGtim. I stayed drunk for a long time after that murder. "My 'remorse was even more terrjble after I slewiihe littlfe Josephs Jad to satisfy the de mands $ toy terrjble lust "I was- near to suicide many times. Yet I always kept away from that because I hoped some time to forget. I suppose I was too much df -a coward to kill my--self. "My life has be'eri a hell since I murdered the 'Josephs boy. I could not forget. r could not for1 get what a little bpy he was ; nor how his face looked "as I sjowly choked him to death. "He looked up into my face with his big, dark eyes, starting out of the sockets, and staring