Atop a grassy hillock, a small patch of freshly broken sod marks the last earthly resting place of Baby Cinderella.
In the vanishing light of yesterday's sun, the remains of the unidentified infant were sealed forever in a tiny underground vault in Sunset Burial Park while a vast throng of total strangers looked on in reverent silence.
All strangers? Who knows? Somewhere among the many women who shed tears over the little grave there may have been one who holds the secret of Baby Cinderella's birth . . . one whom the child, had it lived, could have called "mother."
The last rites for Baby Cinderella, simple and brief, were held one week to the day from the time the child was found, a few hours after birth, abandoned in an ashpit. Named after the fairy-tale heroine by City Hospital nurses, the infant died at the hospital two days later from pneumonia, caused by exposure.
In its brief span of life, Baby Cinderella was skyrocketed out of obscurity by the very mystery of her origin. Her passing gripped the heartstrings of a busy city.
Thousands of persons from all walks of the life passed in a constant stream for three successive days in front of Baby Cinderella's bier as the wee body lay in state at the Guy Mullen funeral chapel. . . . Hours before the appointed time for the funeral yesterday, the chapel was crowded with mourners. Most of them were women, some with their own babies in their arms.
The lawns and sidewalks surrounding the chapel were jammed with an overflow throng. A squad of traffic patrolmen was hardpressed keeping the streets clear for moving vehicles. A newsreel camera outfit recorded the scene on film and sound equipment.
. . .
Escorted by four motorcycle policemen, the funeral car led a procession of 300 private automobiles to the cemetery. Several of the cars were occupied by members of the American Woman's Council of Justice, headed by Miss Emilie M. Sweeney, which had arranged for the funeral. The facilities of the Mullen chapel and the services of its staff were donated. The burial plot was given by the management of Sunset Burial Park.
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In the vanishing light of yesterday's sun, the remains of the unidentified infant were sealed forever in a tiny underground vault in Sunset Burial Park while a vast throng of total strangers looked on in reverent silence.
All strangers? Who knows? Somewhere among the many women who shed tears over the little grave there may have been one who holds the secret of Baby Cinderella's birth . . . one whom the child, had it lived, could have called "mother."
The last rites for Baby Cinderella, simple and brief, were held one week to the day from the time the child was found, a few hours after birth, abandoned in an ashpit. Named after the fairy-tale heroine by City Hospital nurses, the infant died at the hospital two days later from pneumonia, caused by exposure.
In its brief span of life, Baby Cinderella was skyrocketed out of obscurity by the very mystery of her origin. Her passing gripped the heartstrings of a busy city.
Thousands of persons from all walks of the life passed in a constant stream for three successive days in front of Baby Cinderella's bier as the wee body lay in state at the Guy Mullen funeral chapel. . . . Hours before the appointed time for the funeral yesterday, the chapel was crowded with mourners. Most of them were women, some with their own babies in their arms.
The lawns and sidewalks surrounding the chapel were jammed with an overflow throng. A squad of traffic patrolmen was hardpressed keeping the streets clear for moving vehicles. A newsreel camera outfit recorded the scene on film and sound equipment.
. . .
Escorted by four motorcycle policemen, the funeral car led a procession of 300 private automobiles to the cemetery. Several of the cars were occupied by members of the American Woman's Council of Justice, headed by Miss Emilie M. Sweeney, which had arranged for the funeral. The facilities of the Mullen chapel and the services of its staff were donated. The burial plot was given by the management of Sunset Burial Park.
Excerpts from article (newspaper unknown)
Atop a grassy hillock, a small patch of freshly broken sod marks the last earthly resting place of Baby Cinderella.
In the vanishing light of yesterday's sun, the remains of the unidentified infant were sealed forever in a tiny underground vault in Sunset Burial Park while a vast throng of total strangers looked on in reverent silence.
All strangers? Who knows? Somewhere among the many women who shed tears over the little grave there may have been one who holds the secret of Baby Cinderella's birth . . . one whom the child, had it lived, could have called "mother."
The last rites for Baby Cinderella, simple and brief, were held one week to the day from the time the child was found, a few hours after birth, abandoned in an ashpit. Named after the fairy-tale heroine by City Hospital nurses, the infant died at the hospital two days later from pneumonia, caused by exposure.
In its brief span of life, Baby Cinderella was skyrocketed out of obscurity by the very mystery of her origin. Her passing gripped the heartstrings of a busy city.
Thousands of persons from all walks of the life passed in a constant stream for three successive days in front of Baby Cinderella's bier as the wee body lay in state at the Guy Mullen funeral chapel. . . . Hours before the appointed time for the funeral yesterday, the chapel was crowded with mourners. Most of them were women, some with their own babies in their arms.
The lawns and sidewalks surrounding the chapel were jammed with an overflow throng. A squad of traffic patrolmen was hardpressed keeping the streets clear for moving vehicles. A newsreel camera outfit recorded the scene on film and sound equipment.
. . .
Escorted by four motorcycle policemen, the funeral car led a procession of 300 private automobiles to the cemetery. Several of the cars were occupied by members of the American Woman's Council of Justice, headed by Miss Emilie M. Sweeney, which had arranged for the funeral. The facilities of the Mullen chapel and the services of its staff were donated. The burial plot was given by the management of Sunset Burial Park.
Excerpts from article (newspaper unknown)
In the vanishing light of yesterday's sun, the remains of the unidentified infant were sealed forever in a tiny underground vault in Sunset Burial Park while a vast throng of total strangers looked on in reverent silence.
All strangers? Who knows? Somewhere among the many women who shed tears over the little grave there may have been one who holds the secret of Baby Cinderella's birth . . . one whom the child, had it lived, could have called "mother."
The last rites for Baby Cinderella, simple and brief, were held one week to the day from the time the child was found, a few hours after birth, abandoned in an ashpit. Named after the fairy-tale heroine by City Hospital nurses, the infant died at the hospital two days later from pneumonia, caused by exposure.
In its brief span of life, Baby Cinderella was skyrocketed out of obscurity by the very mystery of her origin. Her passing gripped the heartstrings of a busy city.
Thousands of persons from all walks of the life passed in a constant stream for three successive days in front of Baby Cinderella's bier as the wee body lay in state at the Guy Mullen funeral chapel. . . . Hours before the appointed time for the funeral yesterday, the chapel was crowded with mourners. Most of them were women, some with their own babies in their arms.
The lawns and sidewalks surrounding the chapel were jammed with an overflow throng. A squad of traffic patrolmen was hardpressed keeping the streets clear for moving vehicles. A newsreel camera outfit recorded the scene on film and sound equipment.
. . .
Escorted by four motorcycle policemen, the funeral car led a procession of 300 private automobiles to the cemetery. Several of the cars were occupied by members of the American Woman's Council of Justice, headed by Miss Emilie M. Sweeney, which had arranged for the funeral. The facilities of the Mullen chapel and the services of its staff were donated. The burial plot was given by the management of Sunset Burial Park.
Excerpts from article (newspaper unknown)
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