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Show GhTTellslale Of Hacking Aged Tailor to Death Admits Being Heavy Drinker Drink-er and Thief; Afraid of Puppy Petting. NEW YORK. - More attention tn the problems of a confused juvenile population by civic acd youth leaders lead-ers was appealed for after the police arrested 16-year-old Lena Theresa Neinstedt as a truant and found that she was a remorseless i hatchet slayer. ! The girl admitted killing John Wagner, 71, a tailor, because he attempted at-tempted to caress her when, seeking I to escape the boredom of an idle afternoon, she went twice to his shop and asked him to drink with her. The girl, who said she quit school i because she was bored, admitted , that she was a heavy drinker and a thief, but was afraid of sex, even puppy-love petting. She carried the 14-inch steel handled han-dled hatchet in her purse, she said, to keep playful youths at a distance. ! She sank its blade into the tailor's j head when he grabbed her by the I arm. Find Murder Weapon. Police had found no clues In the slaying of the aged tailor, who lived in the back of his shop, until two small checks bearing his name appeared ap-peared at a neighborhood bank. They had been indorsed brazenly by Miss Neinstedt. They went to her home and questioned ques-tioned her mother. A search of the house uncovered the murder weapon, a hatchet of the type used by grocers to open crates. It was covered with blood and hair. In her room, police found Wagner's wallet with a stub from a money order with which he had made a payment on his income tax. i Police questioned her first as a j truant and a thief. She answered most of their questions with a shrug ; of her shoulders. Then they asked her if she knew anything about the slaying. "I hit him with my hatchet," she said. Miss Neinstedt said she planned to spend the afternoon of September 13 at home, but was bored. She went to a liquor store, bought a bottle of whiskey, returned home and drank part of it. Then she went to the tailor shop, she said, and offered the friendly little tailor a drink. They talked for a while, and then she went home and emptied the bottle. Grabbed Wallet. She returned to the shop later, had another drink' with the tailor from his bottle, and he leaned across a table and grabbed her arm. "I jerked away and he fell down. I got mad," she said. "I hit him with my hatchet." She dropped the hatchet, snatched up the tailor's bottle of whiskey and his wallet from a table and went home. She drank the whiskey but couldn't sleep. She washed her slacks and blouse, which were blood-spattered. blood-spattered. Then she missed the hatchet and went back to the store. The tailor was still on the floor. "I asked him if he was sick. He moaned. I thought he said 'yes.' I hit him again," she said. Then she went home and threw the hatchet in the basement. She said she slept well that night, woke up the next morning with a' hangover, hang-over, and had a feeling of self-importance when she heard people talking on the street about the mysterious mys-terious slaying. |