|Lofie Louise Preslar Peete|
|Born in 1883 Lofie Louise Preslar was raised in an aristocratic Louisiana family. Louise was the typical Southern Belle: educated, refined and attractive. She had a cold and cunning charm, that attracted men.
Louise shot and killed her boyfriend when she was just 20 years old in 1903. when she later appeared before a grand jury, she convinced the panel she was defending herself against a sexual assault.
In 1921 the wholesome looking, stylish, handsomely plump young matron of thirty-eight arrived at San Quentin, her "little grey home in the west". Louise, with a peaches-and-cream complexion, an air of innocent sweetness managed to obtain a parole in 1939, but five years later she had murdered an elderly widow and was send back to San Quentin. This time to be gassed!
|She was now plumper and her hair was flecked with gray, but she still had the same lovely complexion and wholesome appearance. She looked like a benign schoolteacher or president of the Tuesday Ladies Sewing Circle.
Louise entered the gas chamber on April 11, 1947, wearing a grey-and-burgundy print dress.
According to reports, Louise "sniffed the the almond perfume of destiny." She threw her head back and coughed. A single white light over the chamber door flooded her face with pallor. Louise "fought to keep her head high, as if a proud tragedienne in a final curtain call." When she died, "her face had changed no more than a mask."
Louise had been gracious even to the end!
|The carpet was rolled out for Loveable Louise's last mile
- not because of her vanity, but for her bare feet!