The Bloody, Bloody Banks of Fall River

Good evening. This is crime classics. I am Thomas Hyland with another true story of crime. Listen That's a chicken She's a fat one She's doing practically all the things that chicken can do and besides all this cleverness She's about to perform her primary function. She's going to be a dinner The lady who carries the burden in her left hand is named Abby Derpy Borden, stepmother

to Emma and Lizzy Borden. Mrs. Borden weighs over 200 pounds. The curve handled acts she holds in her right hand as her favorite when she goes out amongst the chickens. Her favorite because with it she does such a neat job, which is more than I can say for the person who murdered Mrs. Borden and her husband, Mr. Borden.

So tonight, my report to you on the bloody, bloody banks of Fall River. Crime Classics. A new series of true crime stories from the records and newspapers of every land, from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, connoisseur of crime, student of violence, and teller of murders.

Now, once again, Mr. Thomas Highland. The place is Fall River, Massachusetts, at the start of a hot August in 1892. In that era it was a town whose dominant color was brown, the color of sun-dried lawns of rain stippled brick and board, of ladies' dresses that reached from neck to pavement.

Next in popularity as far as color went was black. It was a stern time and a stern place, and bleak, where certain types of smiles were suspect, women only dared to stretch in the privacy of kitchen or Budwar. It was a time to when 18 was the age of marriage and a single woman of 32 had to find