SAMPSELL DIES IN GAS CHAMBER

 SAMPSELL DIES IN GAS CHAMBER

San Quentin, April 25 the long criminal career of Lloyd E Sampsell, 52, came to an end in san Quentin prison’s gas chamber today.

Convicted of killing Arthur W. smith, an innocent bystander, during the robbery of the seaboard Finance company, san Diego, in 198, Sampsell unsuccessfully used every legal avenue in an effort to escape the death penalty.

The cyanide gas pellets which snuffed out the life of the erstwhile yacht Bandit of the 1920’s were dropped at 10.03 a.m. At 10:13, 10 minutes after he breathed the lethal fumes, Sampsell was pronounced dead by the prison physician.

Prior to his death, sampsell directed the warden tosend all of his effects to his wife, Bernardine, who lives near Sacramento.

Arrangements for his burial are being made in san Rafael, under the direction of his father, W. A. sampsell, of Los Angeles.

And there was sala of whom the newspapers said:

“OAKLAND FELON DOOMED TO DIE”

Attorneys for Albert E. sala, 37, of Oakland, former san Quentin inmate, have made no move to appeal his death sentence for the hammer slaying in Northeastern Nevada last September of Alfred Mccullom of Los angeles, a dispatch from Elko, Nevada said today.

Sala, now in Death Row at the state penitentiary at Carson City was sentenced Saturday to die in Nevada’s gas chamber. The sentence was imposed by District judge Milton Badt.

Sala was accused of beating Mccullom to death with a hammer on the Ely-Wendover highway. After his escape from a san Quentin prison farm near Gridley, sala was believed to have hitch-hiked a ride with Mccullom. Nevada suthorities said the man was arrested in Mccullom’s automobile.

Authorities said records showed sala was sentenced to san Quentin in 1943 on grand theft charges.

He first served a sentence in Whittier reformatory in 1924, the authorities said. He served a sentence for robbery in Nebraska in 1929, and a term in san Quentin in 1934 for auto theft, they reported and then in 1940 was sentenced to san Quentin again on charges growing out of a series of purse snatching incidents.

So ended the lives of my three friends. I walked down off the gallows, alive, and with the rest of the bosses, I left the prison. As I did so, I wondered, why had my friends had to die? Why had they continued, almost as if by compulsion, on the downward path, until they paid the supreme penalty? Why, on the other hand had none of these bosses with me committed crime? What made the difference? And I, who had traveled the downward path for so many years was now a free man. Perhaps in the rethinking of my life I would find a key to the difference, for certainly I had chosen the hard way.