While the deeds of Emil Gluck were all that was abominable, we cannot but feel, to a certain extent, pity for the unfortunate, malformed, and maltreated genius.
Emil Gluck was born in Syracuse, New York, in 1895.
Young Emil Gluck was not wanted, and Ann Bartell could be trusted to impress this fact sufficiently upon him.
A drizzle came on, and Emil Gluck, out of his faint, lay sobbing in the rain.
It would seem strange that, from the hands of Ann Bartell, Emil Gluck should have received a college education; but the explanation is simple.
The one friend that Emil Gluck discovered in all his life was Professor Bradlough.
The following year, at twenty years of age, Emil Gluck was enrolled as an instructor of chemistry in the University of California.
Photographers snapped him, he was besieged by reporters, women's clubs throughout the land passed resolutions condemning him and his immoral theories; and on the floor of the California Assembly, while discussing the state appropriation to the University, a motion demanding the expulsion of Gluck was made under threat of withholding the appropriation--of course, none of his persecutors had read the book; the twisted newspaper version of only three lines of it was enough for them.
One can conjecture sympathetically the awful solitude of Emil Gluck in that populous University; for he was without friends and without sympathy.
Now it is not to be imagined that an extraordinary creature such as Emil Gluck could be any other than an extraordinary lover.
Emil Gluck was proved in February to be an innocent man, yet he was not released until the following October.