CONFIDENTIAL FILE
Someday, Butch H., Try to Be Forgiving
Some stories I’d rather not print.
And when I first heard about what a bunch of grown men and women were doing to a kid named Butch Harris, I filed the information into that category.
It was a little too unbelievable, too grimy, to put in a newspaper.
That was three months ago. At the time, Butch and some classmates of his had accepted an invitation to all boys at 87th Street School, here in downtown, to join the Cub Scouts.
But not Butch. He was ignored — subtly like a sledge hammer. Continue reading
An engaging stranger named Peter Buchanan came into the office, apologized for taking my time, handed me a typewritten half-sheet of paper and asked me to read it and perhaps check it.
And so we complete our journey through the official documents telling the unfortunate saga of Walter and Christine Collins. I heard from a number of Daily Mirror readers who enjoyed the trek (scanning all these documents was more labor than I expected), one author working on a Collins project who was not terribly pleased that I was posting them on the Internet and from at least one reader asking “who cares?” 
January 10, 1909: If you strip away the moralistic tone used by the anonymous Times reporter, the problems of the young men caught up in gambling (in this case horse racing) a century ago are quite modern.
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