| Show Mother Called Me Sonny Says Suicide As He Dies Still Concealing Name By Dy DALE MORRISON Associated Pres Staff Start Writer NEW YORK Oct 18 The 18 The wouldn't tell who he was My mother used to call me Sonny this year year 30 ld man told a detective who stood beside the bed on which the man lay dying last night But man you mustn't die like this not telling us who you are the detective detective detective de de- de- de persisted Your spine is fractured your legs too and md your pelvis pc crushed You leaped beneath tho the wheels wheel of ot that Long Island train It n wasn't accidental It w was an nn attempt attempt at at- tempt at suicide and suicide and in a few minutes min rain utes you will die And so what said the man mao But you ought to tell who you are arc said the officer I My mother called me Sonny the dying man repeated Once I was known as DoS Jack Meyer and I 1 lived at r f ti J. J i r t I f i j i 37 South Park avenue Rockville Centre The detective went away The dying dying dy dye dyeing dy- dy ing man must have hav-e known it would take at least an hour t to check that name and that address and find that 37 South Park avenue Is a vacant store and that no one recalls a Jack Meyer Perhaps Perhaps' the man reasoned he would be dead before the detective detective detec tive could return A priest came administered the thelast thelast thelast last rites of ot the Catholic church church church-a a ix about the injured mans man's neck indicated his faith faith and and departed The detective returned Why did you try to die he asked Why should I live was the counter question The mans man's strength was slipping swiftly but his mind mindI stayed st. clear Where did you work last I I I cant can't remember that far back and the man smiled though his spine 1 i. i 1 j LE r S' S r t 14 1 and legs were broken and his pelvis I crushed If It you dont don't tell me who you OU are said the del detective live earnestly righting fighting I Ito to win an answer before death came carne there arc are hundreds of mothers who will read of your death and who will say to themselves Maybe that was my boy He has been away S so long I I wonder And they will spend money money money-money money they cant can't afford to spend spend to to come here and make sure I They will worry and wonder these I mothers Listen the man said but it was was' hardly more than a whisper for death was close Nobody ever worrIed worried wor wor- ried sled about me mo living l If they worry they worry about me when Im I'm Im I'm- why dead dead why why that will be wont won't wont won't be a wont one a funny one It So h he died Who h he was wa he would not nt tell only that his mother called him um Sonny l y J j r j 1 fT f. i f. f |