BLACKSTONE 
 
 "On the Bum in a High-powered 
 Ford." 
 
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 "On the Bum inaHigh- 
 Powered Ford" 
 
 By "Frank" and "Bob" Blackstone 
 
 An Effort to Pass on to Others the Few Things Told 
 "Frank"' and "Bob" During Their Four Years "On 
 the Bum in a High-Powered Ford," Driving 30,000 
 Miles in the United States and Canada, Camping, 
 Peddling Literature and Agitating the "Mooney 
 Frame-Up." 
 
 PRICE, FIFTY CENTS 
 
 Press of 
 
 Kansas Trades Unionist 
 Topeka, Kansas
 
 Dedication 
 
 TO THE FATHERS OF THOSE TWO UN- 
 AMERICAN BASTARD CHILDREN, THE 
 KANSAS COURT OF INDUSTRIAL RE- 
 LATIONS AND THE KANSAS CENSOR 
 BOARD OF MOTION PICTURE REVIEW, 
 THE AUTHORS DEDICATE "ON THE 
 BUM IN A HIGH-POWERED FORD" 
 FOR REJECTION OF "THE CONTRAST" 
 BY "THE BOARD" TO PROTECT "THE 
 COURT" FORCED "FRANK" AND "BOB" 
 INTO ANOTHER DEFENSE OF LIB- 
 ERTY, WHICH FREEDOM - LOVING 
 TRADE UNIONISTS FINANCED BY OR- 
 DERING THEIR COPIES IN ADVANCE 
 
 Copyright 1922 
 By Frances Mumford Blackstone 
 
 and Robert Edward Blackstone 
 Box 16, Newman, Kansas, U. S. A.
 
 "On the Bum in a High-Powered Ford\ 
 
 "A HELL-OV-A-FIX" 
 
 The agitated mud-bespattered driver-agitator, "draped" 
 himself over the hood of the motor with a despairing groan : 
 
 "My God ! We are done. No meeting to-night ! And to think 
 of all those damnable grades, rotten roads, beastly mud-hole* 
 we've wallowed thru and then forced to give up a few miles 
 from town, (Park City, Utah) where a hall full of copper 
 miners are waiting to hear about the MOONEY FRAME UP. 
 This, this sure is hell!" 
 
 "Bob, please tell me what has happened? What was that 
 awful knocking before you stopped the motor?" 
 
 "Don't know for sure; either a connecting-rod has let go or 
 a bearing burned out " 
 
 "Can't we go on?" demanded Frank. 
 
 "Impossible! It would ruin the motor it may be ruined 
 now," asserted Bob. "If it is we're in a hell-ov-a-fix " 
 
 "There's a light ! Maybe the farmer will tow us?" suggested 
 Frank. "We can't stay here in the middle of the road!" 
 
 "Will I tow a Mooney Agitator's gas buggy? You bet I 
 will and it won't cost you a cent. Furthermore, there'll be 
 no camping out tonight. I'll do anything for Unionism and 
 Tom Mooney. I read the Irish World" said Martin Gonigan, 
 "retired" metal miner from Butte, Montana, who carried his 
 union card in his heart. 
 
 A lantern, a horse and willing service for love of a cause 
 not love of gold soon had the car (including Rego, a 100 
 cent hound dog) at the farm-house, where on entering, a 
 supper was waiting, prepared by Mrs. Gonigan, for her unex- 
 pected Sunday "visitors." 
 
 Examination next morning showed number two conne6ting- 
 rod bearing had burned out. A "high center" had knocked off 
 the oil gauge the marvel was that only one bearing had "run." 
 
 A three-mile tow thru deep mud. the towing car/ radiator 
 
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 boiling continuously, the driver, still a mile from town, re- 
 fused to go further. A passing garbage wagon finished the 
 job, landing the car at Fitch's Garage. 
 
 The Mooney meeting had been postponed until Thursday 
 by Mr. Ogden, who was keenly disappointed at Bob's non- 
 arrival. As manager of Neale's Bakery, he took the time to 
 interest many people and began with renewed vigor, to make 
 the postponed meeting a success. 
 
 Thirty people attended the meeting. Mooney had just been 
 sentenced to death February, 1917. A more unpopular cause 
 never existed, owing to the lies anti-union forces had circu- 
 lated : 
 
 "Mooney is an anarchist! Pro-German! a Dynamiter!" 
 "String him up," howled the press and in the same issue de- 
 manded (of the workers) strict obedience to law and order. 
 
 A small collection was secured for the Defense, and five ten- 
 cent books, about the Frame-up, .sold. How fifty cents in book 
 sales would pay auto repairs and a four-days' board bill, was 
 a question. 
 
 Frank designing and making some pretty dresses for the 
 Neals squared the board bill, while Bob assisted the auto 
 mechanic on repairs. 
 
 "THE MORMON VILLAGE" 
 
 From Park City, thru a sea of mud, the Mooney car arrived 
 at Salt Lake the "Mormon Village," founded in 1848 by 
 Brigham Young where, despite opposition, a Mooney meet- 
 ing was held 200 people attending. The committee, unable 
 to get a hall in the Labor Temple, or chairs, were forced to rent 
 them, after they had secured the Unitarian church nearby. Col- 
 lection and literature sales were so meager, that radicals and 
 liberal unionists had to pay a deficit. 
 
 "THE MARTYRED JOSEPHS" 
 
 The Mooney Agitators, on a side-trip out of Salt Lake, 
 
 made the acquaintance of Mr. , a radical fotografer, who, 
 
 disgusted with the war-stand of "his church" leaders, explained 
 to Bob : 
 
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 "The Book of Mormon, page 87. large edition, says: 'And 
 again the Lord God commanded that men should not murder.' 
 
 "Then again in Doctrine and Covenants, section 42, para- 
 graph 6. we read : 'Thou shalt not kill ; and he that kills shall 
 not have forgiveness in this world nor in the world to come.' 
 This is a revelation thru Joseph Smith " 
 
 "Who is Joseph Smith?" asked Bob. 
 
 "He's our martyred prophet, to whom the angel Moroni 
 appeared three times on the night of September 21, 1823 at 
 Manchester. New York, and told him about the Bible of the 
 western world, a supplement to the New Testament, buried 
 nearby, in Cummorah Hill. 
 
 "Four years later, our prophet dug up a stone box contain- 
 ing a book of gold leaves, 7x8 inches, fastened together by 
 three gold rings. The Lord had provided a pair of supernat- 
 ural spectacles of two crystals, named Urim and Thummin, set 
 in a silver bow. With the aid of these, the mysterious i Carac- 
 tors' 1 could be read. 
 
 "After a translation by our prophet, dictated from behind 
 a curtain, the plates were removed by the angel Moroni " 
 
 "Was Smith's martrydom as mystical as " 
 
 "I should say not!" snapped the fotografer, peeved at 
 Bob's skepticism. 
 
 "Our prophet, Joseph Smith, was the first candidate for 
 president of the United States, on an abolition platform ? 
 
 "He and his brother Hirum were murdered at Carthage, 
 Illinois, June 27, 1844, by a mob that stormed the jail and shot 
 them dead. 
 
 "The alleged reason for the mob's action was, 'they 
 were advocating polygamy,' but," continued the fotografer. 
 "George Q. Cannon asserts, Journal of Discourses, volume 14, 
 page 166, 'hundreds of persons were persecuted to death, 
 previous to the church having any knowledge of this doctrine.' 
 
 "To me it is self-evident, the recognition and treatment of 
 Negroes and Mulattoes as human beings, caused the persecu- 
 tion against the Mormons and the fact that some rich converts 
 issued 'Expositor.' a newspaper, advocating 'disobedience to 
 political revelations,' is proof positive that this abolition stand, 
 was the real cause of their persecution, for in an interview, 
 
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 Alta Californian, 1869, Brigham Young said to United States 
 Senator Trumbell 'As to our institutions, we know we are 
 right and polygamy, which you object to, was not originally 
 a part of our system, but adopted by us as a necessity after we 
 came here.' 
 
 "And it was a necessity" insisted the fotografer, "for vio- 
 lent death by rattlesnakes and Indians confronted these pio- 
 neers on every hand. Some day a more generous people will con- 
 cede the wisdom of Brigham Young's policy to increase popu- 
 lation, even tho the Reorganized Church, 1860 (anti-polyga- 
 mous) , denounces him as a usurper. 
 
 "The church and the United States owes much to Brigham 
 Young he was an able leader; 'for daring, a Cromwell; for 
 intrigue, a Machiavelli; for executive force, a Moses; and for 
 absence of conscience, a Bonaparte.' 
 
 "Brigham Young, 1846, after an exploration trip, decided 
 this country (Utah), tho under the Spanish flag at the time, 
 was the promised land. Yet Daniel Webster stigmatized it 'a 
 vast worthless area,' during Senate debate, 1840, to establish 
 a pony express from Missouri to the Pacific. 
 
 "He organized the march, from what is now Florence, Ne- 
 braska, in a very practical way, grinding flour in a mill he 
 built himself, from grain sowed by an advance guard. 
 
 "The first attempt at systematic irrigation in the United 
 States, was developed here and the resulting development and 
 indusrial growth, is in keeping with the founder's vision. 
 
 "The gold-seekers, stampeding to California, found Salt 
 Lake an oasis and their demands for food and outfits, soon 
 converted the co-operative spirit of our people, into a com- 
 petitive one. 
 
 "Production for profit, took the place of production for 
 use; this produced jealousies, antagonisms and intolerance. 
 Plot and counter plot, massacre and revenge fanned the old 
 flames of hate against the Mormons, who as our Pilgrim fore- 
 fathers had done, separated themselves from those who would 
 not allow them to worship as they chose, charged and were 
 charged with all manner of crimes. 
 
 "And," reasoned the fotografer, "the Pony Express, tele- 
 
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 graf and railroad had to go thru Salt Lake it would not have 
 been profitable to go any other way. 
 
 "So the Civilizer, instead of being the sword of the Cru- 
 sader and the fagot of the fanatic, was the profit, not alone 
 from Gentile but also fellow Mormon. 
 
 "Apologists for the profit-takers are constantly charging 
 some organization with all the crimes on the calendar, and 
 while the dear people are mobbing alleged offenders, these 
 profiteers are gobbling more," contended the fotografer. 
 
 "Take the case of Joe Hill, the I. W. W. organizer. No 
 Gentile profit-grabber declared his trial and execution, Nov. 
 18, 1915, was a Mormon church plot. But many firmly believe 
 that Hill was relentlessly prosecuted and persecuted by Mor- 
 mon capitalists of the Utah Construction Company, who had 
 to clean up their filthy, lousy bunkhouses, hire capable cooks 
 and pay better wages, after he organized their 'hands' and 
 called a strike at Tucker (Utah) in summer of 1913. 
 
 "Later, company gunmen attempted to frame some of the 
 strike leaders Sam Scarlet on burglary, and Ed Rowan on 
 a dynamite charge. Gunmen attacked an I. W. W. street meet- 
 ing in Salt Lake, where three of them were shot, but they 
 failed to kill any 'Wobblies.' 
 
 "In January, 1914, during the crime wave, resulting from 
 hard times, Morrison, formerly a policeman, and his eldest 
 son were killed in their grocery by two masked men. The 
 shooting was witnessed by another son 14 years old, who de- 
 scribed the murderers as 'short and stocky. . .' 
 
 "On testimony of Cramm a stool pigeon, who never testi- 
 fied at the trial, having disappeared Joe Hill, who weighed 
 135 pounds and who was six feet tall certainly not 'short and 
 stocky' was arrested and accused of the crime. 
 
 " 'Morrison had a deadly enemy and that enemy was not 
 Joe Hill,' asserted a reporter of the Salt Lake Tribune, but 
 when it came time for this reporter to testify, he also had 
 disappeared ! 
 
 "Woodrow Wilson and Sam Gompers, who declared Hill 
 did not have a fair trial, were lucky to be far away from Salt 
 Lake, for when Roy Horton, a Socialist, denounced the gunmen
 
 of the Mormon capitalists, he was murdered in cold blood on 
 Main street and his assassin never was jailed. . . . 
 
 "Hill died, protesting his innocence and denial of a new 
 trial (a rank injustice) did not soil his spirit. The night 
 
 JOSEPH SMITH 
 
 (Courtesy Reorganized Church 
 of Latter Day Saints.) 
 
 before he was taken out and shot he expressed his idealism, 
 devoid of bitterness and hate, in a poetical 'Last Will:' 
 
 My will is easy to decide, 
 For there is nothing to divide, 
 My kin don't need to fuss and moan- 
 
 "Moss does not cling to a rolling stone." 
 
 My body? Ah, If I could choose, 
 I would to ashes it reduce, 
 And let the merry breezes blow 
 My dust to where some flowers grow. 
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 Perhaps some fading flower then 
 Would come to life and bloom again. 
 This is my last and final will. 
 Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill. 
 
 "And his final admonition, 'Don't waste time moaning 
 organize!' should become the worker's slogan, for" 
 
 The door opened, admitting a group in their Sunday best. 
 "Come again," said the radical fotografer, shaking hands with 
 Bob. 
 
 MISSING 30,000,000 GALLONS OF WATER 
 
 Leaving Salt Lake, Frank and Bob had $2.75 in the "family 
 purse,'.' eats in the grub-box on the running board, whose door, 
 when let down, served as a table, and the highest ambition 
 possible to help prevent the hanging of Mooney and his co- 
 defendants. 
 
 After a blowout, frequent cleaning of plugs, caused by 
 burning distilate, instead of gasoline, the brakes were applied 
 in front of a shack labeled Hotel, Thistle Junction, Utah, 
 where a few men in mechanics' clothes were having their after- 
 supper smoke. 
 
 Bob demanded: "Are there any union men in this Burg?" 
 
 "Yu betcha!" was the chorused reply. 
 
 One. a machinist named Smith, invited Bob to give a noon- 
 hour talk next day. This stop probably saved the lives of 
 Frank and Bob, for forty miles beyond a 30,000,000-gallon 
 reservoir broke and the water rushed mountain-high down the 
 Price River Canyon, destroying autos, bridges, fourteen miles 
 of Rio Grande double-track and other property. This ne- 
 cessitated a detour, thru Salina Canyon of 265 miles, using an 
 abandoned railroad grade, where steel rails and spikes, buried 
 in the dust, caused much tire trouble. Another menace, was 
 rock and dirt slides, one of which carried the car to the brink 
 of a high embankment, where a boulder prevented it from top- 
 pling over. Danger that traction effort might dislodge the 
 boulder, determined Bob to cautiously engage the clutch and 
 when the car moved slowly forward, he stepped on the gas 
 
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 and regained the road, as the boulder fell into the river, making 
 it impossible for another car to pass. 
 
 The scorching sun forced a three-hour stop, near the head 
 of the canyon, where Frank washed and Bob caught a trout 
 for lunch. 
 
 "SAUSAGES" 
 
 At Helper, Utah, Jacob Geese, a union cigarmaker, and 
 poet of things-as-they-ought-to-be, introduced Bob to Secre- 
 tary Reddington, who called a meeting of the shop crafts. 
 
 A few live ones attended the meeting. Bob broke the ice, 
 in his pioneer talk, selling fourteen Mooney books at ten cents 
 each. Gas and oil costs, from Thistle Junction to Helper had 
 been $7.50. Part of this money Frank secured, by selling her 
 electric iron and toaster and Bob by repairing a hose connection 
 and fan-belt. 
 
 Money earned by Frank, sewing for Mrs. Geese and fotos 
 made by Bob at a Fourth of July picnic, paid for gas, oil and 
 eats to the next town. 
 
 Prairie dogs wits call 'em "sausages" for "ain't ground 
 hog sausage?" were the only living things seen by Frank and 
 Bob during a day's travel over parched and sun-baked sand- 
 flats, to Greenriver, Utah, where Mr. Gould paid for a hall 
 and introduced Bob to his brother shopmen. However, not 
 one of them had the courage to attend the lecture. An audience 
 of three live ones the Goulds and Mrs. Jamison (wife of Mr. 
 Jamison, who helped with the Salt Lake meeting), heard the 
 Frame-up talk. But as the Utah Light and local authorities 
 were in a fight, the company cut the juice and killed showing 
 of the Mooney pictures. The sting of this failure was partly 
 removed by Mrs. Jamison's cake and the Goulds' garden truck 
 and seven gallons of kerosene, which Bob mixed with an equal 
 amount of gas in the tank. Gould palmed the Mooney agitator 
 a dollar as he shook hands. 
 
 QUICKSAND AND DEAD-HEADS 
 
 "Next gas on the other side of the desert 80 miles. Next 
 
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 drinkable water, 40 miles; and look out for quicksand in the 
 washouts." This intimidating information the "gas boy" 
 handed out in Cisco, on the western edge of the Cisco Desert. 
 
 Another warning from Dr. Smith, of Chicago, as he bor- 
 rowed Bob's pump, was : "When you come to a washout, where 
 an old casing hangs to a post on the opposite bank, beware of 
 quicksand ! There I found a Knickerbocker, in a Metz, stuck 
 to the axles couldn't budge it with my 70 h. p. motor. His 
 hysterical wife kept sobbing, 'I knew, before we left New York, 
 we'd get stuck, or the red Indians would scalp us.' r 
 
 Under a melting desert sun, on the sizzling sand, Frank and 
 Bob were forced to repair many blowouts. They also learned, 
 mixing kerosene and gasoline was bad. This slow-burning mix- 
 ture fouled the plugs, overheated and stalled the motor in the 
 deep sand, worrying Bob frantic, each time he recalled Dr. 
 Smith's warning. 
 
 "There's the old casing!" exclaimed Frank, as the car, 
 rounding a curve, stopped on the bank of the widest wash yet 
 encountered and the first with an oozy covering, called for 
 brevity "water." 
 
 "Make some sandwiches," commanded Bob. "Hate to put on 
 chains, but it's safer." 
 
 Chains on, lunch finished, Bob grabbed a large branch from 
 the driftwood and racing over the wash, picked a driveway, 
 around the quicksand. 
 
 Mack, Colorado, on the eastern edge of the Cisco Desert, 
 was reached twenty-four hours after leaving Cisco. Buying 
 two gallons of gas here, left 30 cents in the family purse. 
 
 Entering Fruita, Bob called to a man on a hay-rack : "Could 
 you tell me where Chopper lives?" 
 
 "He's dead," was the mournful reply. Noting the Mooney 
 penant, he hastened over and shook hands, saying: 
 
 "This is the carcass of Chopper. His head is dead, tho his 
 legs live on. We're all dead-heads here. You better drive on 
 and save time." 
 
 SHE HERDED SHEEP 
 
 Green fields, shady roads and the balmy summer air, put 
 
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 Frank and Bob in such excellent spirits they invited an "old 
 man." hiking, to ride, which was gladly accepted. The face 
 and voice tho, betrayed the woman in disguise. The only avail- 
 able information was, "she's herded sheep forty years in this 
 section and always wears overalls and a linen duster." 
 
 At noon the Mooney car stopped before "The Critic," Grand 
 Junction, whose editor, L. Ross Conkling greeted Frank and 
 Bob with, "We feared you had been pinched the Mooney case 
 is still unpopular. Don't stop the motor; drive me home and 
 we'll have something to eat mother just 'phoned." 
 
 Excessive work, editing "The Critic," setting up, printing 
 and mailing had made Conklin, "a tall man." The sunken eyes, 
 the prominent cheek bones, the high-bulging forehead, the 
 small ears and penciled eyebrows, proclaimed the idealist, the 
 thinker, the fighter for Industrial Democracy such was Conk- 
 lin. the publisher of truths, whose print-shop was wrecked with 
 sledge-hammers, by super-patriots, surcharged with bootleg 
 booze and Chamber of Commerce coin. 
 
 EVOLUTION 
 
 A farmer, George Kunkle, was introduced to Frank and 
 Bob. as the Socialist agitator, who replied to Goldstein. 
 
 "I've been hoping to meet someone who could explain So- 
 cialism, but I want it short," insisted Frank. 
 
 "You'll get it," Kunkle announced. "The theory of living 
 beings evolving from a few low types, was violently assailed, 
 as dangerous to Christian civilization. Logic and reason put 
 Darwin's Doctrine of Descent into every prominent university. 
 Evolution upset the legend of Adam and Eve, classifying it 
 Hebrew Fables. Goldstein accepts the account in Gensis, yet 
 international writers and dignitaries of his church admit the 
 Theory of Evolution. Rev. Father Eric Wassaman, of Luxem- 
 burg, a learned zoologist, in his book, Modern Biology and 
 the Tlieory of Evolution, page 307, says, 'Evolution to which I 
 subscribe, as a scientist, rests on the foundation of the Chris- 
 tian doctrine.' 
 
 "And," continued Kunkle, "Rev. Father Martin Gander 
 
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 says, in his book, The Theory of Descent: 'Thus the modern 
 forms of matter were not immediately created by God ; they are 
 effects of the formative forces, which were put by the Creator, 
 in the primitive matter and gradually came into view in the 
 course of the earth's history, when the external conditions were 
 given in the proper combination.' 
 
 "In The Catholic World, an international magazine, Sir 
 Bertram C. A. Wendall, L. L. D., discussing our simian an- 
 cestors, says: 'In this there is nothing to disturb the mind of 
 any Catholic.' He then quotes the Catholic Encyclopedia : 'We 
 cannot confine the years of man's sojourn on earth to that 
 usually set down;' and he closes, quoting Abbe Breuil, that 
 'man could not have existed for less than 20,000 years; and 
 Prof. Keith, an eminent Catholic, who 'demands 350,000 years.' 
 
 "This," declared Kunkle," is not liberalism, but capitula- 
 tion to modern science. Scientists, unable to explain, believed 
 long ago in the evolution of living beings and social institu- 
 tions ; but it took Darwin to put evolution on -a scientific basis. 
 
 "Morgan's Ancient Society, traces in detail the growth of 
 the intellect, out of a pre-historic past, by means of inventions 
 and discoveries, and shows the development of the family, of 
 government, and of property. His theory bridges the gap be- 
 tween civilization and the brute, supplimenting the Darwin 
 Theory of Evolution. Furthermore Engel's. 
 
 'ORIGIN OF THE FAMILY' 
 
 shows that the way people got a living determined their laws, 
 their morality, their religion and their education. As their 
 way of getting a living changed, so did their laws, their mor- 
 ality, their religion and their education change. Getting a 
 living is different than it was hundreds of years ago. Mail 
 was carried thru this country, a few years ago, by pony ex- 
 press; mail will be carried orer this country, a few years 
 hence, by airplane. Our tools, tractors and threshers, have de- 
 veloped different conditions, different laws, different ideas of 
 morality, of religion and of education than those of our an- 
 cestors, who plowed with the fork of a tree and threshed with 
 a flail. This is 
 
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 'SOCIAL EVOLUTION' 
 
 "The Materialistic Conception of History which Goldstein says 
 will abolish civilization! One might as well assert Darwin's 
 Theory abolished human beings 
 
 "Interesting," interjected Frank, "but what has this to 
 do " 
 
 "Factory production," continued Kunkle, ignoring the in- 
 terruption, "began with Watts' condensing steam engine, 1769 ; 
 Hargreaves' spinning jenny, 1767; and Arkwright's spinning 
 frame, 1769; and then the laws, protecting the lords and their 
 great estates and keeping their serfs in slavery, had to be 
 changed factory laws took their place. As machinery de- 
 veloped, progressive managements gobbled poorly managed in- 
 dustries ; then trusts, modern industrialism, came, with still an- 
 other set of law, to protect production for profit and to sanc- 
 tify private ownership, which evolution will abolish. 
 
 Then public ownership, of the machinery of production, 
 will take its place. Mind you, your tooth-brush is personal 
 property and always will bo ; but the tooth-brush factory should 
 be publicly owned and will be. During the present crisis, the 
 War Party, to succeed, will be forced to run the railroads, mu- 
 nition plants, portion out food and build ships. And Uncle 
 Sam, can do it, too. Didn't he build the battleship Philadel- 
 phia, saved a million dollars and a year's time? Doesn't he run 
 the Postal System? Rich or poor, the price is the same. No 
 one would insist that the Postal System, should be privately 
 owned. And our theory does not mean division, as some dubbs 
 think, who swallowed the pig fable, by 'God knows' Taft. 
 Evolution is change, or a social revolution for better things 
 and no power on earth can stop it. 
 
 "Ignorance and falsehood, prejudice and reaction, are the 
 enemies of Socialism but they can no more stop it than a 
 prairie dog can stop the on-rushing locomotive 
 
 "Hello," interrupted "Taller-pot" Murphy, "the open-au 
 meeting is all arranged. Committee borrowed benches and 
 Expressman Enis hauled them to the lot gratis. The Tinner, 
 when I convinced him, there'd be no bombs thrown unless 
 some 'Dick' does the throwing donated the juice for the pro- 
 
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 jector. There'll be a big crowd. Kunkle you'll excuse me ; Mrs. 
 Murphy has supper ready and the Mooney agitators are going 
 to eat with us." 
 
 THE COP WOBBLED 
 
 "They're goin' to raid the meetin' sure," a machinist whis- 
 pered, as Bob parked the car. "When the bulls pull you down, 
 tell the crowd to beat it to Machinists Hall. We'll have this 
 meetin' in spite of hell!" 
 
 The mayor, his chief of police, several "harnessed bulls," 
 the sheriff and his deputies, plainclothesmen and railroad 
 "Dicks" formed a semi-circle behind the audience ready with 
 gun and club and black jack. 
 
 "The police," explained Bob, "guarding the spot where the 
 San Francisco Preparedness Parade bomb exploded, permitted 
 District Attorney Fickert and his crew to beat holes in the 
 wall and side-walk. Fotografs of the false scene were then 
 made and introduced as evidence. 
 
 BEFORE ' J AFTER 
 
 True scene after bomb explosion False scene after bomb explosion. 
 
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 As Bob paused for Frank to hold the slide on the screen, 
 showing the true and mutilated views conclusive proof of 
 the Frame-up a 'burly bull' wobbled toward the speaker. 
 
 A RUSE THAT FAILED 
 
 The cop paused near the speaker, hesitated, sidled away 
 and reported to his chief. 
 
 Later, some one said, "The cop was looking for a man whose 
 wife \vas dying 
 
 "That's bull," inelegantly declared Enis. "They thot the 
 speaker would kettle get frightened and beat it. In the 
 confusion, police would club the crowd and the lying press 
 would say, audience inter/erred when police arrested Kaiser's 
 agent " 
 
 "How's^book sales?" asked Conklin, shaking hands, palm- 
 ing Bob 50 cents. 
 
 "Got $1.90 now $2.40," was the answer, "with which to 
 buy gas, oil, eats and junk tires to the next burg 
 
 "Paying expenses by literature sales in the West is tough, 
 but once over the Rocky Mountains, sales and therefore sailing 
 will be easier," consoled Kunkle, as he wished the Mooney agi- 
 tators "Good luck 
 
 "Mr. Kunkle," ventured Frank, "one word you used this 
 afternoon, put me wondering if Socialists believe in revolu- 
 tion 
 
 "Discontent leads to disobedience and disobedience to revo- 
 lution," answered Kunkle, "and these must be cataloged among 
 a nation's virtues. They gave the United States a constitu- 
 tional government; freed the French people and gave old Eng- 
 land her Great Charter. 
 
 'Robert G. Ingersoll, a republican leader, aptly said: "I 
 tell you there is something splendid in a man who will not 
 always mind. Why, if we had done as the kings told us 500 
 years ago, we would have all been slaves. If we had done as 
 the priests told us, we would have all been idiots. If we had 
 done as the doctors told us, we would have all been dead. We 
 have been saved by disobedience. 
 
 "Jefferson," continued Kunkle, "in a letter to Madison, 'I 
 hold it, that a little rebellion, now and then, is a good thing 
 and as necessary in the political world, as storms in the physi- 
 cal. It is a medicine necessary for the sound health of govern- 
 ment.' 
 
 ''Why." declared Kunkle, "the Declaration of Independence 
 indorses revolution : 
 
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 " 'We hold these truths to be self-evident ; that all men are 
 created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with 
 cuiain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty 
 and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights gov- 
 ernments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers 
 from the consent of the governed ; that whenever any form of 
 government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right 
 of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institute a new gov- 
 ernment, laying its foundations on such principles, and or- 
 ganizing its powers in such form as to them shall seem most 
 likely to effect their safety and happiness.' 
 
 "Revolution," concluded Kunkle, "is change an evolution 
 
 to greater freedom is there anything terrible in greater 
 
 freedom?" 
 
 "FED NOT BY THE RAVENS 
 
 
 
 After a satisfying supper at- Dr. Glendening's, Clifton, 
 Colo.. Frank and Bob exposed the Mooney Frame-up in an 
 open-air meeting. Book sales and collection amounted to $2.65 
 thanks to the Doctor's generosity, which also included an 
 invitation to park the car in his yard, whereupon Mrs. Glen- 
 dening presented Frank with some home-canned fruit and 
 sweet milk. 
 
 The next morning, an early start put the Mooney car in 
 Palasaides, before breakfast, where Tomkins, a restauranter, 
 tumbled out of bed, and serving the agitators, said: "On your 
 way out, see McGinney at the pump-house; he'll give you in- 
 formation about unions ahead." 
 
 The drive thru Plateau any on, where verdant things clung 
 to fantastic rock- forms, made by water washing over them, in 
 ages past, drew many exclamations from Frank and Bob. 
 
 Failure to find anyone in the village of Debeque, willing to 
 "bend" the Sabbath by selling gas or bread, and a puncture, 
 forcing an early camp. Bob showed Frank how to make 
 
 "BANNOCKS" 
 
 "Scoop a hole in the flour, drop in a pinch of salt, teaspoon 
 of sugar, teaspoon of baking powder and a cup of water ; mix 
 
 a soft dough, flatten and fry in a well-greased pan to 
 
 brown on top lean against fire." 
 
 A dime was squandered in Grand Valley for cherries; the 
 peddler, Mr. Waters, learning the "tourists" were agitators 
 filled a larger sack, gratis. 
 
 17
 
 At Rifle, Bob was informed by Housemayer, a union baker, 
 that a meeting was impossible as everyone was searching for 
 the bodies of the local editor's three children, who had been 
 drowned in Rifle Creek, that morning. The 40 cents secured 
 
 by literature sales, paid for a gallon of gas and still left 
 
 two nickels in the. family purse. 
 
 Failing to locate unionists in Newcastle, the Mooney-ites 
 drove on and made camp, near a rippling brook. Bob yelled at 
 "a bare-foot boy Avith cheeks of tan and rolled up pantaloons," 
 carrying a big fish, "How much?" 
 
 "Nickel," was the shy reply. 
 
 "ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS" 
 
 While the fish Avas frying, a couple, each leading a horse 
 to water, exchanged greetings and Bob asked, "Will you sell 
 us five cents worth of milk?" 
 
 "Yes sir," replied the Avoman and rambled on, '^raveling 
 by auto must be lovely ! That's what we'd do, too, if we had 
 money!" 
 
 "Having nothing, yet possessing all things," Frank and 
 Bob were greatly amused at the simple faith that, "all is gold 
 that glitters." 
 
 Over good roads, paralleling the Grand River, hedged Ayith 
 high peaks, green covered and streaked with red rock, arrival 
 was made at GlenAA 7 ood Springs a healthy place for those of 
 wealth but no place for Frank and Bob, whose wealth was 
 their good health. 
 
 Several local unionists refused to be identified with a 
 Mooney meeting, but bought literature. These feAv jingling 
 dimes, encouraged Bob and he hustled to the shops to see the 
 last "prospect," Kimmerling, a machinist, whose salutation 
 was, "What the hell can I do for you?" 
 
 "Will you help me arrange a Mooney open-air meeting," 
 challenged Bob. 
 
 "Yu betcha," was the instant reply, "and if literature sales 
 won't buy gas to the next burg, I Avill ..." 
 
 ALL TRUE AS STEEL 
 
 "No ordinance against street speaking we believe in free 
 speech but it is useless to talk Mooney here; this ain't no 
 workin' man's toAvn," argued the Commissioners a fotografer 
 and two druggists. 
 
 "Damn 'em! I'll get a presto tank and lumber and we'll 
 build a screen and nail it to your car," was the snappy de- 
 
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 cision of Kimmerling, when Bob told him the druggists, the 
 hotel man and the two bankers had refused permission to use 
 light socket or to hang screen on their buildings. 
 
 "I get the Irish World, and know about the Mooney case," 
 was Father Connors greeting to Frank, at the close of the 
 meeting. "The hotel man, switching on the veranda lights, 
 which dimmed your pictures, and the autoist who splashed 
 mud on your screen and honked his horn so vigorously, shall 
 both be reminded of their un-Christian-like action" and the 
 Father's eyes snapped his indignation. 
 
 Happy with success of the meeting and congratulations 
 from local unionists, for holding it in spite of obstacles and 
 breaking the monotony of their daily humdrum existance, Bob 
 would not anger, when he had to carry "food" for the cavernous 
 stomach of an ever hunger gas-eater. 
 
 "A 4:00 a. m. start will put you past the steam-shovel, be- 
 fore work begins and be careful," was the gas man's warning. 
 "It is dangerous driving thru the Grand Canyon, but if you 
 want nature in the raw you'll get it, roaring river, over-hang- 
 ing cliffs and all." 
 
 "BATTLE MOUNTAIN" 
 
 "Sure, I'll get the boys together after supper, for an open- 
 air meeting," said Charles Rush, locomotive engineer, at Min- 
 turn. Dimes secured at this meeting bought the gas that took 
 the Mooney car up "Battle Mountain," without a mishap de- 
 spite assertions of wise guys "that you can't do it in that thing" 
 to Gilman, a copper camp, where a blowout wrecked a casing 
 and four hours was lost in repairs and seeing a Mr. Maroney, 
 an alleged socialist, who said. "The miners here and in Redclif 
 don't need unions, because the Big Bosses pay union wages and 
 work union hours " 
 
 "Why?" barked the Mooney Agitator. 
 
 "To keep the unions out," muttered Maroney. 
 
 "Then, indirectly Unionism got decent hours and wages in 
 these camps and you fellows haven't the guts to organize and 
 pay your share," sneered Bob, stepping on the gas. 
 
 Frank picked a different variety of flowers, each time the 
 motor was cooled, in the labored climb to Tennessee Pass The 
 Continental Divide. With a parting glance at the Pacific 
 Slope and Holy Cross Mountain, the long coast began into 
 Leadville one of the highest and best known mining "camps" 
 in the world where gold, silver, copper, lead and zinc are 
 mined 10.150 feet above the sea. 
 
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 Here, union officials requested Bob to drive on, as a strike 
 had been called for 5 :00 p. m., to force a dollar a day wage 
 increase and as the mine operators had imported scabs, gunmen 
 and militia, bloodshed and violence was feared. 
 
 "WE'LL STARVE 'EM" 
 
 A handsome donation from the Leadville miners, for the 
 Mooney defense, had been Bob's ambition and disappoint- 
 ment was keen. While Bob was selling old casings, to the 
 local junk-dealer, to buy gas, oil and eats, a well-dressed and 
 -fed boy, thinking no doubt she was a tourist, said to Frank : 
 "The merchants have agreed with the Operators, not to extend 
 credit to the strikers. We'll show 'em; we'll make 'em come 
 to time, or we'll starve 'em ' 
 
 "He's the son of Mr. - , a city official," explained the 
 manager of the Co-operative store, who, on seeing the Mooney 
 pennant from the window, came to introduce himself to Frank 
 and heard the boy's last words. 
 
 "And isn't it hell," lamented the manager, "the merchants 
 did the same thing in the '96 strike, so old timers tell me. 
 Strike was against a reduction in wages, which God knows 
 was low enough, considering that a miner, who works in car- 
 bonate lead ores, only lives about eight years. They get lead 
 poisoning, which at first effects the fingers, hands and wrists, 
 then 'wrist-drop' renders them so useless they cannot lift a 
 coffee cup to theip- lips. This occupational disease effects 
 miners quicker than pottery workers, house-painters, glass- 
 makers, plumbers and printers or any other craftsmen, who 
 come in contact with lead in their daily grind. This strike at- 
 tracted national attention, lasting from June 19, 1896,. to March 
 9, 1897. The mine operators wanted an excuse to call in state 
 troops, so art unimportant shaft-house blew up. . . Then sol- 
 diers with rapid-fire guns and cannons came and the bull pen 
 and governmental machinery whipped the miners into accept- 
 ing lower wages. Tell your husband I want to see him. If 
 you need foods I'll treat you right." 
 
 He kept his word. After Frank had spent 70 cents for gro- 
 ceries, he presented her with two cantalopes she had been eye- 
 ing. 
 
 A cloud-burst near Granite caused the car much work in 
 low gear and its driver great anxiety, fearing trouble from one 
 of .the seven casings (some over each other) on four wheels. 
 
 Sunday morning the Mooney-ites, after a 42-mile non-stop 
 
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 drive, thru Buena Vista Valley, of well kept farms ai A! vine- 
 clad cottages, arrived, Salida, a railroad burg. 
 
 Union officials flatly refused to help arrange a Mooney 
 meeting. 
 
 "Across the foot-bridge, in the shack among cabbage plants, 
 lives Morrison, the only man active in behalf of Mooney," said 
 an official of Machinists', in a tone plainer than words, "get 
 the hell out of here!" 
 
 "THE ONLY MAN" 
 
 "Say, are you a Mooney-ite?" demanded Bob querulously. 
 The fellow oiling the motor, straightened ; gave Bob the once- 
 over; squirted tobacco juice thru a crack of the pump-house 
 wall and ripped: 
 
 "Yes, what the hell is it to you." 
 
 Rain prevented an immediate meeting. A fishing and wood- 
 gathering trip was undertaken but, two miles from the "finest 
 trout'' the car went "democratic" and had to be towed back. 
 
 The weakly week-advertised meeting drew such a small 
 crowd that literature sales were not sufficient to pay costs of 
 gas and oil, to say nothing of the repair parts an absolute 
 necessity before car would run. 
 
 Morrison paid for the "parts" and helped Bob assemble 
 them insisting that "Mooney's neck was in greater danger 
 than his stomach." 
 
 While testing car another mishap necessitated further re- 
 pairs. 
 
 "Cheer up, Frank, my dear; it's an ill wind that doesn't 
 blow someone some good," quoted Mother Morrison, "and now 
 you'll have time to make my dress " 
 
 "And Bob," chinned in Ed., "can teach me Esperanto and 
 how to develop films and print. And I'll tell you folks about 
 the horrors of the water-cure and how I fought for MY coun- 
 try with a gun and ate canned horse, peddled by paytriotic 
 packers." 
 
 Gas, oil, parts, foodstuffs and two weeks board, donated by 
 the Morrisons, and for which Bob insisted on an I. O. U., 
 caused sentimental partings, as the bells reminded the faithful 
 it was Sunday. 
 
 Thru a canyon, beautiful with evergreens, the car chugged 
 along a good road, beside a swift-flowing river, when "bang" 
 and a 90 cent junk casing was ruined ! 
 
 "Look," cried Frank, while laying out lunch, "what Mother 
 
 Morrison, the dear soul, has done " There, on top of the 
 
 sandwiches, lay a silver dollar! 
 
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 "Kin yu gimme a lift? m' brake V on th" bum," wailed the 
 driver of a Texas Ford, perilously sliding past Bob, on a two- 
 mile hill. This little job added 50 cents to the family purse 
 and gave Frank an extra rest, who was hiking to block car 
 each time it "died" gas being so low in tank it would not 
 flow to the carburator, which Bob refilled by blowing into 
 tank. 
 
 Acres of wonderful terraced gardens were passed, just be- 
 fore entering Canon City, where Colorado's prison is located. 
 
 During chicken supper at Dr. A 's, Frank and Bob 
 were dumbfounded, when told, "Those creations of art (the 
 gardens) were made by: 
 
 * * * simple fools 
 "That break the rules 
 "In the common w r ay 
 "With the common tools 
 
 "The future will exhibit our prisons and jails, as we do 
 torture instruments of the Inquisition and be appalled " 
 
 "But Doctor," challenged Bob, "prisons and jails are nec- 
 essary " 
 
 "Yes, they are necessary to make criminals," thundered the 
 Doctor. "Crime makes the wealthy, wealthier and the poor, 
 poorer and gives the scum of professional officialdom and 
 dirty politics a job, as jailer or warden, who amuse themselves 
 and friends* imitating the tortures of the Inquisition, using 
 electricity and modern inventions to reduce human beings, to 
 trembling, mangled, hate-ridden bundles of bleeding flesh " 
 
 "You seem to forget," Bob fetched the Doctor up short, "we 
 have a Bill of Rights, which says, 'cruel or unusual punish- 
 ments are not to be inflicted 
 
 "Ha! ha ! what's the Bill of Eights, among bullies in blue?" 
 laughed the Doctor. "Does'nt Jack London, in 'The Star Rover,' 
 expose the straight-jacket tortures at San Quentin Prison, 
 California? His proof the fiendish torture of Ed. Morrell 
 in a jacket, for 250 hours ten days and nights. Try a tight- 
 laced shoe then imagine one's body squeezed in a canvas 
 jacket, cinched with a rope, which is never unlaced, so the 
 victim can go to the toilet. 
 
 "Do you think Charles Edward Russell, in 'Beating Men 
 to Make them Good,' Hampton's Magazine, could accuse Ohio 
 Prison authorities with 'the habitual use of flogging, the water- 
 
 (*The Arizona Prison warden sent out invitations to a state 
 murder feast an execution signed, "Cordially yours.") 
 
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 cure and the humming-bird' an electric, muscle-cramping, 
 torture device unless he had a foundation of facts?" 
 
 THE NATIONAL 'THIRD DEGREE' 
 
 "And likewise 'The Police Menace' by Hugh C. Weir in, 
 The World Today would not boldly assert : 'The Third Degree 
 often denied by the police is almost universally used in 
 these United States. And he insists that the 'infernal hum- 
 ming-bird is in daily use by the police of the nation, as well as 
 the electric blaze* which when turned on a bound victim, 
 scorches the skin and nearly pops the eyes out of his head.' 
 He also informs us that 'in England and other civilized coun- 
 tries, the Third Degree is absolutely non-existent.' 
 
 "Exaggerations? Not on your life! Brand Whitlock, in 
 'The Turn of the Balance,' 'hung Archie in the rings seven 
 days.' When denounced for wilful exaggeration, his reply was: 
 'He knew men tortured insane for life, by hanging in the bull 
 rings, thirty days and nights " 
 
 "Don't men take to crime of their own free will: " began 
 
 Bob. 
 
 "Some profess to believe such humbug," partly agreed the 
 Doctor, "and all the digusting charitable institutions regard 
 criminals as sinners, they coddle, weep over, pray for and sing 
 hymns at them. Thats all. No effort to change the* cause. 
 Christ's words, 'do men gather grapes from thorns, or figs of 
 thistles?' mean nothing to these God-talkers. 
 
 "Unemployment is the cause of crime," the Doctor ex- 
 plained. "To eat men must have a job there's the rub ! When 
 the unemplo3 r ed are illegally arrested by deputy sheriffs and 
 other officers 'for revenue only' and forced into involuntary 
 servitude, for no worse 'crime' than being 'broke' and when 
 these victims are railroaded to rock-piles or 'farmed out,' where 
 they are worked like horses and fed like hogs and beat up, if 
 they dare complain or protest, and then these officers of the 
 law criminal-makers brag: 'I can arrest whom I will and 
 I make from $5,000 to $7,000 a year' is it any wonder that 
 murder 
 
 OUR NATIONAL CRIME 
 
 According to the Chicago Tribune has increased four and a 
 half times in late years? Tolstoi was right 'violence begets vio- 
 
 (*Moderately used on Israel Weinberg, one of the Mooney 
 Case Defendants of San Francisco.) 
 
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 lence' and it can't be denied, despite the staggering sum of 
 $6.000,000,000, etimated by Prof. Bushriell, Washington, D. C., 
 that the United States pays for the supposed suppression of 
 crime, that crime is not suppressed, but increases daily, by cops 
 clubbing inoffensive, red-blooded 100 per cent American tax- 
 payers, who think they have the right to stand on the side- 
 walk, or by the killing of some boy, looking on at a crap game. 
 
 "The entire administration of criminal law is stupid. The 
 unemployed stealing food, is not a criminal he needs a job; 
 the degenerate committing crime is sick he needs a cot in a 
 hospital ward. 
 
 "Eliminate unemployment, shorten hours, provide a real 
 living wage, introduce scientific management into industry 
 this will stop a great deal of crime; then pension the cops, 
 jailers and wardens, poor fellows, they imagine everyone with- 
 out a white collar, looking for a job, is a crook; on top of this 
 place the degenerate in a hospital and 90 per cent of all crime 
 is stopped 
 
 The arrival of Mr. Hill and Mr. Bartlett, to announce ar- 
 rangements completed, for an open-air meeting Tuesday eve- 
 ning and to help plan a 50-mile lecture circuit, touching six 
 coal camps, interrupted the Doctor. 
 
 To be back in time for the evening's meeting, Frank and 
 Bob made an early start, Tuesday morning, to post notices and 
 see union officials. 
 
 Frank and Bob were congratulating themselves no tire or 
 motor trouble and the acquaintance of several live ones, willing 
 to help arrange meetings when, without a spit or pop, the 
 motor stopped firing! 
 
 Too much oil had shorted and cracked the special "mag's" 
 brush-holder. 
 
 Another brush-holder, cost 50 cents. One must be secured 
 and that at once to make Canon City, for the evening's 
 lecture. And the family purse contained TEN CENTS. 
 
 "Here comes my papa ; maybe he can help you," said one of 
 the boys, curiously looking at the de-assembled magneto. 
 
 "Who's your father?" growled Bob. 
 
 "You know him," replied the boy. "You wuz fixin' a 
 lecture with him a little while ago 
 
 "Can I help you?" queried the boy's father, Mr. Peterson 
 member Florence Mooney Meeting Committee. 
 
 "Yes; must get a magneto part at once or I'll miss Canon 
 City meeting." 
 
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 The garage-man stocked no Bosch parts nearest agency 
 Denver but he gave permission to dig thru his "junk pile." 
 
 "How much?" ecstatically demanded Bob, pointing to a 
 brush-holder on the distributor-gear of a junked "mag." 
 
 "Ought to be worth a dollar," bargained the garage-boss. 
 
 "A dollar?'" haggled Bob, "for a 50-cent part 
 
 "You win!" he compromised, glimpsing Bosch catalog. 
 
 "Here's your coin," impulsively chimed Peterson. 
 
 "That Swede must have had a 'hunch' we were broke," con- 
 cluded Bob, as the car sped toward Canon City. . . ." 
 
 "Bob. glad you came early," saluted Mr. Hill, who was 
 waiting at the meeting place, "for I want you to come with 
 me and I'll make you acquainted with Colorado's worn-out 
 political prostitute, a gutless tool, tossed aside when its mas- 
 ters the hog-hearted Mine Owners could no longer profit- 
 ably use its servility, dispatching brutal, blood-thirsty and 
 whiskey-polluted gunmen against strikers. 
 
 "He put Cripple Creek under martial law, when 3,800 mem- 
 bers Western Federation of Miners went on strike to enforce 
 the eight-hour law and prevent discrimination against union 
 miner*, whose wage of $1.75 a day forced them to exist in 
 'hovels, deserted barns and huts patched with oil cant." 
 
 "His militia general, John C. Chase, bull-penned the print- 
 ers, editor and 'devil' of the Victor Record. This paper had 
 criticized the militiamen. . . . Free press a so-called fun- 
 damental of these United States bah ! was trampled under 
 foot and a lawyer, Major McClelland, sneered 'to hell with 
 the Constitution.' One printer was over-looked. At mid- 
 night she rushed to the Record office and got out a bob-tailed 
 edition. Read her book, 'Labor's Greatest Conflicts] by Emma 
 F. Langdon? She's a union printer of Denver. Her bravery 
 put the world wise but did it check these 
 
 RAPERS OF LIBERTY? 
 
 "Not on your life ! Printers were released and a censor 
 placed on the Record. . . . Then a mob smashed the ma- 
 chinery and drove the printers out of town. . . . 
 
 "Liberty was raped, again, when his militia took possession 
 of the Court of Cripple Creek. Guards, gatling-guns and 
 sharp-shooters greeted the judge. 
 
 "General Chase with thirty cavalrymen, escorted the four 
 miner prisoners Sherman Parker, C. PI. McKinney, Charles 
 Campbell and James Lafferty all held without warrants or 
 
 ^
 
 accusations of crime into the court, leaving for some inex- 
 plicable reason, their horses outside. ... To make up for 
 this, militiamen, arms at present stood, backs to His Honor, 
 during four days' hearing, on a writ of habeas corpus, and 
 when District Judge Seeds, of Teller County, September 24, 
 1903, decided prisoners were held unlawfully and ordered their 
 release, General Chase defiantly barked, 'he'd not release pris- 
 oners until ordered by 'His Excellency, the Governor and Com- 
 mander-in Chief.' 'His Excellency' wired: 'Release prisoners.' 
 But in the case of Victor Poole, a union quartz miner, bull- 
 penned for weeks, 'His Excellency' proclaimed: 'That . . . 
 writ of habeas corpus be suspended in his case.' Eventually a 
 justice of peace dismissed Poole for lack of evidence. 
 
 "The rawest frame-up was when the militia arrested Char- 
 les McKinney and P. Hi Mullaney and charged them with at- 
 tempting to wreck the Florence and Cripple Creek train, No. 
 51. McKinney, after his arrest, turned State's evidence, and 
 in a confession (?) implicated three executives of the miners 
 Thomas Foster, Sherman Parker and W. F. Davis who were 
 indicted. 
 
 "General Bell prated to the press, he had conclusive evi- 
 dence, backed by two detectives, D. C. Short and K. C. Sterl- 
 ing, employees of the Railroad and Mine Owners. . . . 
 
 "Engineer Wm. Rush testified that Detective Scott the day 
 before the attempted wreck asked him the best place to derail 
 a train. The engineer suggested a high embankment near 
 Anaconda. When he was 'tipped,' he stopped his train and 
 found a loosened rail 'at the very place . . . suggested' 
 by himself!" 
 
 "Federation attorneys also secured a confession from Mc- 
 Kinney, saying he did not know a thing about the crime; that 
 the miners were innocent; that his other confessions were in- 
 stigated by Detectives Scott and Sterling. Further, defense 
 produced a letter he had written his wife, exonerating the 
 miners; also evidence that Charles McKinney was a cattle and 
 horse thief a fine bird for state's star witness, eh? 
 
 "Yes," agreed Bob, "the star witness against Mooney was 
 a cattle faker from Oregon, by the name of Oxman, under in- 
 dictment in Indiana, where he left a wife and numerous off- 
 spring in his hurried flight to avoid arrest " 
 
 '"Well," continued Hill, "Mckinney swore that all his con- 
 fessions were fakes, except the one relating to Detectives Scott 
 and Sterling. . . . Under cross-examination he admitted 
 he'd do a rail-loosening job for $250.00, or commit most any 
 other crime for money. . . . 
 
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 "A butcher. Victor Maher, affirmed that passing the place 
 where the rail was loosened night of Nov. 16, 1903, he saw two 
 men loitering. When asked if either was in court, he pointed 
 to Detective Scott, saying, 'this is the man . . . that I saw 
 with a bar in his hand, or a piece of steel.' A. jury in thirty 
 minutes found the accused miners " 
 
 Hill hurried diagonally across a prim law r n to a wizened 
 old man. opening a door in an arch-way of a stone house, which 
 at a distance one might mistake for a sepulcher, and said : 
 
 "Mr. Peabody. I want to introduce my friend, Mr. Black- 
 stone, traveling by automobile across the continent, lecturing 
 about the Mooney Frame-up " 
 
 "Step in, gentlemen," mumbled the cadaverous Peabody, 
 acknowledging introduction by a clammy hand-shake. 
 
 "Some .years ago Peabody was wined and dined as the idol 
 of the Mine Owners," explained Hill, as he and Bob took leave 
 of the ex-Governor, "but now, to-day " 
 
 "To-day."' interjected Bob. "he's a useless carcass " 
 
 "Poverty stricken and in debt to his grocer," finished Hill. 
 "Truly the way of the transgressor is hard." 
 
 "Say, tell me," spurted Bob, "what the jury did with those 
 miners framed on the train- wrecking charge?" 
 
 "Why. that biased jury," resumed Hill, "found those strike 
 leaders Foster. Parker and Davis not guilty. Imagine the 
 consternation of those high-speed liars, when this happened ! 
 But soon an explosion, probably accidental, on the 600-foot 
 level of the Vindicator mine, which killed Superintendent 
 Charles McCormick and Shift-boss Melvin,Beck, gave Bell, 
 the military dictator, an excuse to bull-pen another dozen strike 
 leaders, among them Sherman Parker and C. G. Kennison, and 
 never troubling to make an investigation, General Bell de- 
 clared to the press : 
 
 " 'Conditions in Cripple Creek are awful. After blowing 
 up the Vindicator mine plans were to blow up one mine after 
 another. ... It was a deep laid plot and would have 
 carried to perfection, but for the . . . military . . . 
 and the prompt arrests.' ' 
 
 "And tho this braggard's lies were nailed by the verdict of 
 the coroner's jury and. later, the acquittal of these miners, 
 there are thousands who still say. 'The strikers blew up the 
 mine the papers said so. . . .' r 
 
 WOX BY DYNAMITE AND GUNS 
 
 "A strike i> war and wars are won by those who command 
 the guns! Miners' ballots captured the primaries: miners' stores 
 
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 were putting members of the Citizen's Alliance (Chamber of 
 Commerce) out of business; miners were so law-abiding, the 
 militia was removed; miners' organized solidarity and non- 
 violence, was winning. This was too much for the Mine Own- 
 ers' Association, Citizen's Alliance and those wolves in sheep's 
 clothing, that notoriously un-American institution of traitors 
 the Pinkerton Detective Agency say Bob," Hill interrupted 
 himself, "you must read The Pinkerton Labor /Spy, by Morris 
 Friedman. He gives the dope on the Pinkertons; shows how 
 they become secretaries and presidents and even organizersof 
 International Unions 
 
 "Well, the big drive began, when an explosion wrecked the 
 depot at Independence and killed 15 non-union miners, as the 
 2:15 morning train June 6, 1904, running slower than usual, 
 puffed to a stop several yards from the station. . . . 
 
 "When Sheriff Robertson and other regular officers of 
 Teller county, started an investgatian, they were conducted to 
 the Military Club and given the choice of resigning or hang- 
 ing they resigned ! 
 
 "Many civil officers elected by the 'dear peepul,' including 
 Marshall O'Connell of Victor and the City Council of Gold- 
 field, as they signed their resignations, w y ere bull-penned " 
 
 "A hell of a lot of good their ballots did them, eh?" exple- 
 torated Bob. 
 
 "All the county o'ffices y " asserted Hill, "were filled, by ap- 
 pointing either Mine Owners or mine superintendents. The 
 mines were closed and strike-breakers armed. Then mobs, led 
 by such men as A. E. Carlton, banker and Mine Owner, and 
 composed of scabs, militia and business men of the Citizens' 
 Alliance never troubling to look for those guilty of the hoi- 
 rible crime began wrecking the Union's stores, one of which 
 had done a $70,000 business in six months. 
 
 "War began, when Hamlin, secretary of the Mine Owners, 
 howled to the mobbers, 'Let's drive the Federation men to the 
 hills.' As he said this, someone shot at him and missed then 
 for twenty minutes the mobbers fired on headquarters, ceasing 
 only when miners displayed a white flag; prisoners totaled 
 44; several wounded, some dying and a wagonload of provis- 
 ions, guns and ammunition were captured. 
 
 "The Mine Owners, backed by Peabody's military, bull- 
 penned every union miner and sympathizer in the Cripple 
 Creek district; fed 'em on bread and water and hung 'em up 
 by their thumbs until innocent men, demented by pain, con- 
 fessed to some crime. These unionists, taxpayers, who owned 
 their own homes, were deported and dumped by the carload, 
 on the barren plains of Kansas, or the deserts of New Mexico, 
 
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 without food or water and told if they returned to their wives 
 and children 'it would be a bullet or a rope 
 
 "Peabody 'farmed' the militia to Mine Owners and 'De- 
 tective Agencies,' hired their gunmen and thugs to the Citi- 
 zens' Alliance against this array of organized violence, the 
 miners, demanding more money for the only thing they had to 
 sell their labor power were absolutely helpless. 
 
 "The Mine Owners yapped, the Federation was guilty, but 
 civil officers appointed by themselves, did not dare indict one 
 striker, or anyone else, for the Independence depot crime 
 giving the lie direct to their own assertions that the Federa- 
 tion was guilty. If so, why deport instead of trying them? 
 
 "It is claimed that out of the hundreds of strikers arrested, 
 not one member of the Western Federation of Miners was 
 convicted of even a misdemeanor growing out of the strike. 
 
 "Thus the Mine Owners, using dynamite, guns and deporta- 
 tion, won the strike! .Damn 'em they talked ballots, but used 
 bullets. . . ." 
 
 Attendance at meetings around Canon City were meager, 
 excepting Florence. This was discouraging to Frank and Bob 
 especially so at Chandler. Here a miner pointed to a hill, 
 on which the strikers, during the Colorado Coal War, mount- 
 ed a canon a civil war relic "borrowed" at night from the 
 park at Canon City. It was then loaded with shooting powder 
 and nuts, bolts, chunks of iron, nails and buckshot substituted 
 for cannon balls. 
 
 "The first shot will be the signal to light the cannon's fuse, 
 which will blow you all to hell," was the ultimatum sent to 
 the machine gunners, in the mine tipple. 
 
 After the strike, a powder expert unloaded the cannon and 
 when he noted the quantity of the contents, laughed: "The 
 poor fools! If they had lit the fuse, it would have exploded 
 and blown them all to hell!" 
 
 THEIR FIRST "COAL FACE" 
 
 Frank and Bob visited the underground workings of the 
 Chandler coal mine, got wet to the skin, going down in the 
 ^age ; was kidded by the miners, who concluded they were stock- 
 holders on a sight-seeing trip; saw their first "coal face" and 
 19 mules that never leave the mine, except when they die, or 
 the kind-hearted miners, deciding to strike, remove them. . . 
 
 At Radiant or Pyrolite name used depends on whether 
 one is looking for coal or mail the meeting was disrupted by 
 the miners' kids, who flocked to see the slides, but were not 
 
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 sufficiently interested to preserve order. Yet Mooney had 
 championed the cause of their fathers, when they were on 
 strike. . . . 
 
 "Say, you'll have a good meeting in this camp," welcomed 
 Davis, vice-president of the local union of Gold Creek "We 
 know what frame-ups are. Several strikers were framed, dur- 
 ing our strike, by gun-toting pimps. I was in for 21 months 
 accused of murder ! Sorry you hit the place at this slack time, 
 but we'll do the best we can. . . ." 
 
 The owner (an Italian) of the only picture show in Rock- 
 vale, said : "Yes, I run your slides : I know Mooney case, and 
 I no want rent." At this meeting a $2.50 collection was se- 
 cured and ten books sold. 
 
 Here the local stableman was adapting himself to the en- 
 croachment of automobiles by selling gas, oil and hiring a 
 mechanic, who drove his "jitney," did repairing and to make 
 it a day's work, acted as "chamber-maid" to the horses. 
 
 While Bob was getting gas and oil, a car badly "missing" 
 loped into the "garage." The peeved driver demanded : 
 
 "What's wrong with this dern thing? Chase that mechan- 
 ic here, Smith. . . ." 
 
 "Can't," sighed Smith, "he's away in the jitney 
 
 "My gawd! Can't you fix it?" begged the autoist. 
 
 "Boss, I know all about a hoss, I can fix his innards and 
 rub his j'ints, but when it comes to ortas' innards and you- 
 niversal j'ints. I'm up aginst it. But say," continued Smith, 
 as a happy thot flooded his think tank, "here's a feller tourin' 
 the country; maybe he can fix it." 
 
 "Bob made it "talk" and as he tucked a dollar in the family 
 purse, Smith invited him to camp in the garage, out of the 
 rain. 
 
 At Florence, on Sunday, owing to advertising by the Pet- 
 ersons and the Rouses, many braved the rain to hear about the 
 Mooney Frame-up. Next morning Frank and Bob were awak- 
 ened by Mr. Peterson with a sack of vegetables and apples, 
 and Mr. Rouse, who invited them to breakfast. . . . 
 
 "THEIR MASTER'S VOICE" 
 
 Two days later, the car limped into Pueblo on three inflat- 
 ed casings and one rim. David MacGrew helped arrange a 
 meeting in a suburb Bessemer where the Colorado Fuel and 
 Iron Company locally called, 'the C. F. and I.' a Rockefeller 
 possession has a steel plant. 
 
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 When the quitting whistle the master's voice knelled the. 
 parting day, Bob megaphoned the workers about the meeting. 
 
 That night, as the Mooney Agitator began to speak, a 
 husky bull, elbowing thru the crowd yelled, "Hey ! you 
 
 "A GAMBLER'S FEAST" 
 
 " Yu can't talk here,'' challenged the cop. "The medicine 
 faker has paid $10.00 for this corner to-night 
 
 "Possession is nine points of law," bluffed Bob, "and I 
 got the corner 
 
 "If yu don't beat it, I'll have yu," snarled the bull.. . . 
 
 "You're lucky the cop let you talk on any corner," said a 
 husky, giving his name as Carpenter. "Bessemer is some scab 
 town. Rockefeller works us 12 to 16 hours and many get only 
 $2.50 a day. We're ripe for organization Meet my brother 
 from Kansas, and my neighbor, Mr. Currie. We've lots of 
 room; come out and camp " 
 
 "That's a good idea," encouraged Mr. Currie. "Gimme a 
 dollar's worth of that Mooney mental dynamite, and, if you 
 come out, you can cook breakfast in my tent there's bacon 
 and eggs and flap- jack flour 
 
 "A gambler's feast ! . . exclaimed Bob. "Sure we'll come 
 
 "And when you get to Kansas City, come and stay at my 
 house," invited Mr. Carpenter from Kansas. . . . 
 
 "DAMN SUCH CARD MEN !" 
 
 Bob talked to Pueblo Holders' Union and learned they 
 were one of, if not the first molder's union to champion Broth- 
 er Mooney member of Molders 168 of San Francisco with 
 real money $275.00. 
 
 But as Secretary Dillon would not answer their letters, 
 asking if Mooney was w T orthy of their support, they sent a*- 
 investigator. He ascertained that "brother" Dillon w r orked ( ? ) 
 as claim clerk for the District Attorney who was prosecuting 
 Mooney . . . 
 
 "Damn such card men." exploded Brother Longfellow, 
 "but we've had 'em from the day the International Molders' 
 Union was organized in July, 1859. Yet one can't convince 
 the average unionist that strategic locals have their labor spies. 
 
 "Had ours 'w r ay back in 1904, when the G. F. and I. sent 
 to Denver for a Pinkerton labor spy to work in their foundry. 
 
 "The Pinkertons struck "a snag; after they hired a union 
 molder to do their dirty work, for Denver Molder refused to 
 
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 a transfer card to anyone coming here. We had asked 
 them to do this, so as to guard us against traitors. 
 
 "Chicago Pinkertons then loaned Operative No. 88, named 
 Walter E. Agate, a practical molder with a union card, to the 
 Denver Branch. 
 
 "This traitor blew into Pueblo, made the rounds of the 
 foundries looking for a job. (These operatives must get their 
 own jobs, if possible, so's not to 'rouse suspicion.) Couldn't 
 find one, and local molders out of work hinted 'move on.' 
 
 "Said he couldn't, as 'doctor had told him that if he wanted 
 to save his wife's life he must move to Colorado, and that he 
 would take any kind of a job,' which he did, repairing sewers, 
 at $1.75 per day. 
 
 "This inspired confidence. Soon he had a job at HIS 
 TRADE and could send for his sick wife. . . . He af- 
 fected indifference to the union, and never attended meetings, 
 until 'the boys' coaxed, urged and even bullied him the very 
 thing the son-of-a-gun was waiting for. He warmed up and 
 soon was taking an active part, and at our FIRST ELEC- 
 TION AFTER HIS ARRIVAL WE ELECTED HIM SEC- 
 RETARY'- 
 
 "Say, tell that Mooney agitator there's a guy at the door 
 wants to see him," roared a voice from the rear of the hall. 
 
 Bob found MacGrew waiting to make him acquainted with 
 Mary Ware Dennett, from New York, organizer for the Peo- 
 ple's Council (whose National Convention was ruthlessly sup- 
 pressed by the War Party, ably assisted by so-called radicals, 
 who feared the Council's incipient power). 
 
 Frank and Bob were greatly impressed by Mrs. Dennett's 
 personality and assertion: 
 
 "The war hysteria now possessing the American people will 
 sweep into our loathsome prisons the men and women of high 
 ideals who believe as the 'Prince of Peace' 'Thou shalt not 
 kill.' 
 
 She liberally bought literature, wished Frank and Bob 
 God-speed and hastened to catch a train. . . . 
 
 The most pleasant, best equipt and cleanest tourist park in 
 the West, the Mooney agitators found in the outskirts of 
 Pueblo, where a Mrs. Wheeler, of Los Angeles, told Frank 
 mechanics had failed to fix her car, after working for three 
 days. 
 
 In three hours Bob repaired her car, earning $2.50, and 
 then deciding to ship car home, she gave him a casing, tube, 
 pump, some preserves, canned milk and remaining gas, after 
 car was driven onto loading platform. . . . 
 
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 TIRE HELL 
 
 A delay, pawing hundreds of junked casings, at Bernstein's 
 to find a "good one," and then a blow-out forced early camping 
 seven miles from Pueblo. 
 
 "Where to?" demanded Bob of a "foot tourist." 
 
 "TV Springs," laconically replied the hiker. 
 
 "If you'll pump this tire you can BREAK-fast with us 
 and ride," bribed Bob. 
 
 All day in the intense heat, Frank, Bob and their "passen- 
 ger" Mr. Ditzel, of New York struggled with blow-outs and 
 traveled only five miles, and when car was parked in a country 
 school yard, on four fully inflated casings, the trio decided 
 "the jinx" had departed but during supper another blow-out 
 discordantly whistled a jig-time tune for "the jinx's" return. 
 
 During the third day, the Mooney agitators and their "star 
 boarder" made three miles and had twelve blow-outs! 
 
 Early the fourth day, the Mooney car overtook a "green" 
 driver, who had flooded his motor with oil. Bob drained the 
 crank-case, cleaned plugs, and charged a dollar. About noon 
 a perplexed autoist, his smoking car near a well, demanded: 
 
 "What do you suppose is wrong? My motor was awfully 
 hot. I was about to stop it when it stopped firing. Guess 
 I'll fill the radiator" 
 
 "Do," sarcastically agreed Bob, "and you'll need a new 
 'head'" 
 
 "Golly, you're right!" exclaimed he of the hot motor. 
 "Maybe you'll locate the trouble for me." 
 
 Bob connected the ground wire and then spent an hour 
 cleaning a clean magneto, so as to earn his money. 
 
 A LABOR LEADER PASSES THE BUCK 
 
 A blow-out forced a 16-mile run on the front rim into 
 Colorado Springs, ending a Y5-mile trip in four days. 
 
 "Have an open-air meeting. You can't get people in a hall 
 this hot weather," argued several unionists to Miss Benson, 
 who was arranging Mooney lecture. 
 
 All thot it would be easy to get a permit, as a local labor 
 leader had been elected a commissioner of public safety. . . . 
 But this "labor skate" passed the "buck" to his police chief, 
 who solemnly lied: 
 
 "I believe in free speech, but yu can't talk Mooney on the 
 streets here!" 
 
 Rain forced Bob to buy a much-needed canvas, but before 
 
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 he returned with it, Frank was drenched, as well as the luj 
 gage, owing to a leaky top. . 
 
 After a hot supper. Bob relieved Mr. Ditzel's anxiety of 
 sleeping on the extra cot in the rain by giving him 100 of the 
 150 cents in the family purse, with the suggestion, "get 
 room," which proves that "Only those who have little, give 
 those who have less. . . ." 
 
 "HOME, SWEET HOME" 
 
 Across Prospect Lake from where Frank and Bob wei 
 camped, in the auto park, reared a magnificent white lava stor 
 building, trimmed with red sandstone, surrounded by mani 
 acres of lawn, abounding in flowers and shrubs, with rows oi 
 alternating elms and maples, extending to a triple-arch-gate- 
 way of stone. . . . 
 
 "Can you tell me, inquired Bob of an elderly man, "what 
 institution that is?" 
 
 "It's my home!" he emphasized, his eyes a-twinkle. 
 
 "The devil you say!" Bob blurted. 
 
 "Yep; me and 75,000 more printers own that shack " 
 
 "The Union Printers' Home?" interrogated Bob. "I've 
 heard about it. Gee. it's some home!" 
 
 "The only thing like it in the world," the veteran boasted. 
 "Years ago, sick or disabled printers were the victims of char- 
 ity, but since opening the 'Home' July, 1892 about 2,500 
 have been spared that damnable humiliation. . . . And 
 rich publishers dp not maintain the Home with donations, 
 aside from the original $10,000 'starting fund,' a gift presented 
 by George W. Childs and A. J\ Drexel, to the printers' thirty- 
 fourth annual convention, at Pittsburgh, Penn., 1886, and a 
 few other contributions, totaling $6,000 all costs of buildings, 
 furnishings, equipment and maintenance over $2,000,000 
 has been paid by the members of the International Typograph- 
 ical Union, at the rate, first, of a dime, then a nickel, and now 
 20 cents a month 
 
 ' 'MID PLEASURES AND PALACES' 
 
 "Those tents and the pavilion," the Ancient Knight of the 
 composing-stick explained, pointing with his cane, "are for 
 the tuberculars, 50 per cent of whom recover. That building 
 is the hospital it cost $22,000. The main structure it's 200 
 feet long cost, including two additions and the library, over 
 $150,000. On the other side is the superintendent's six-room 
 
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 cottage. The building with the stack is the laundry and heat- 
 ing plant combined; the other is the barn, which can house 
 three teams and sixty cows. The Home's thorobred Hblsteins 
 are valued at $12,000 one of the finest herds in the state! 
 
 "A sick member doesn't have to wait a year to 'break in,' 
 for there's no mile of red tape and no graft such as similar 
 institutions are damned with, owing to politics ! The care we 
 receive here is not excelled and yet the cost to the Home 
 which is free to members, in fact we even get a weekly cash 
 allowance is about $65.00 monthly, to board, room and feed 
 each member. This includes all expenses, such as medical, 
 taxes, insurance, wages to employes and improvements. 
 
 " It is not charity in any sense," concluded the grizzled 
 '"Typo," "for the Home belongs to the Union and is managed 
 by a superintendent a brother unionist. under the direction 
 of a board of trustees, composed of union brothers for the 
 benefit of their brother unionists and not to make money " 
 
 'GIVE ME (FACTS) DEARER THAN ALL' 
 
 "When did you printers organize?" cut in Bob. 
 
 "Well, back in 1795," ruminated the Old Timer, "the New 
 York City Typographical Society forced the bosses to raise 
 wages to one dollar a day. Soon after it disbanded. Then the 
 Franklin Typographical Society of Journeymen Printers, or- 
 ganized in Xew York City, 1799. formulated the first com- 
 plete wage-scale, and went on the first organized strike to 
 enforce demands of 25 cents per 1,000 ems, $7 a week, in book 
 and job shops, and $8 a week on newspapers. 
 
 "The 'Franklin' ceased existence in 1804, but the conditions 
 they got continued until September, 1809, when Samuel Wood- 
 worth, author of The Old Oaken Bucket, and several others, 
 organized the Xew York Typographical Society and pre- 
 sented a new wage-scale. 
 
 "The Philadelphia Typographical Society whose consti- 
 tution, adopted Nov. 6, 1802, is the oldest labor document of 
 its kind in the United States began expelling members in 
 1806 who worked below the scale, and assessed a one dollar 
 fine on members informing a non-member of a job, and in 
 1808 compiled a 'rat list,' 
 
 "During 1832, in Philadelphia, occurred the first discus- 
 sion over women printers, and in January, 1835, the Wash- 
 ington. D. C.. printers, hearing that girls were scabbing on a 
 Philadelphia newspaper, circularized the printers of Boston, 
 Baltimore. New York, and Philadelphia as to what action they 
 'proposed to take to prevent the further progress of the evil.' 
 
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 This question was not settled until a union of women printers 
 seeking admission to the International in 1870, were admitted 
 at the 1872 convention to full membership, at same rate of 
 pay as men. But I'm getting ahead of my story," the Gaffer 
 Printer averred . . . 
 
 "The first general convention of U. S. Printers was a five- 
 day session, November, 1836, in Washington, D. C., of the 
 National Typographical Society, to which delegates were sent 
 from Philadelphia. Baltimore, Harrisburg, New York and 
 Washington. New Orleans was represented by proxy. They 
 were a class-conscious bunch, for the convention unseated Phil- 
 adelphia's delegate, when it was shown he had scabbed for 
 Duff Green a notorious anti-unionist. His union was igno- 
 rant of this, for, on returnig, they revoked his card. 
 
 "The collapse of this society in 1840 brought renewed effort, 
 and in September, 1850, New York City, joined by Boston and 
 Philadelphia printers, called a National Convention of Jour- 
 neymen Printers to meet in New York, December 2, 1850. Del- 
 egates were present from Louisville, Philadelphia, Trenton, 
 N. J., Baltimore, New York and Albany; letters w r ere received 
 from San Francisco, St. Louis, Cincinnati, Washington, D. C., 
 and Boston. 
 
 "This convention was the most important of all previous 
 conventions, for it took definite stand against child labor; it 
 urged that printers in every town should form a union and that 
 after February 1, 1851, no printer should be allowed to work 
 under jurisdiction of another union, when coming from an 
 organized town, without a card. 
 
 "It recommended affiliation of all printers' unions into a 
 general organization, on the basis of a national executive com- 
 mittee of three members for each state, and in Cincinnati, 
 May 6, 1852, journeymen printers from Boston, Albany, New 
 York, Baltimore, Pittsburg, and Cincinnati, in third national 
 convention, formed The National Typographical Union the 
 oldest 'living' union in the U. S. . . . 
 
 "It was first proposed to establish a Printers' Home at 
 New Orleans convention, May, 1857. Receiving no considera- 
 tion, it was dropped and in 1860 was discussed and again 
 dropped. 
 
 "In 1869, at Albany, June 11, the seventeenth convention 
 changed the name to International Typographical Union. The 
 very next year, the argument for a Home was renewed, but 
 delegates declared it 'impractical.' Seven years later, they 
 repeated the assertion, but in 1882 a committee was appointed 
 to devise \v;iy> and means to establish a Home for printers, 
 similar to the National Soldiers' Homes. Nothing came of 
 
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 this, and it is doubtful if anything ever would except for that 
 donation " 
 
 "Does everybody around a print-shop belong to the Print- 
 ers' Union ?" quizzed Bob. 
 
 "For 101 years, before 'jurisdiction' came to curse and dis- 
 rupt unity," carped he of the "rule and stick," "printers' 
 unions included compositors, pressmen, bookbinders and later 
 linotypers, photo-engravers, electroplaters and stereotypers, 
 but in 1896, that joker jurisdiction claimed the pressmen and 
 bookbinders; and then in 1900 at the Golden Jubilee Con- 
 vention, Cincinnati jurisdiction was relinquished, over elec- 
 trotypers and stereotypers; and in 1904 over the photo-en- 
 gravers. 
 
 "It's a wonder the linotype operators haven't 'felt their 
 oats' they're the 'high-brows' now, for they 'must know the 
 same things' as the hand compositor, and 'must think far more 
 rapidly.' 
 
 "We never fought the typesetting machine, but demanded in 
 1888 jurisdiction over it, when there were only a 100 of 'em in 
 the U. S. and Canada and in 1904 had it to the tune of 94^ 
 per cent. When more automatic machinery comes, there'll be 
 more demands for jurisdiction 
 
 THE FIRST IN THE WEST 
 
 "The boys are leaving the benches, I'll have to go, it's time 
 to eat, but say, don't forget to make '49' in Denver. Its the 
 oldest printers' local in the West ! Charles S. Semper, from 
 Xew Orleans, organized it in 1860 ! Then Denver printers had 
 to keep a "flintlock' handy, for protection from the lawless 
 faction. . . . They still think that way, for during the Colo- 
 rado Coal War. they voted $500.00 to striking coal miners, 
 with a proviso 'to buy guns and bullets and protect yourselves 
 and families' from Rockerfeller's cut-throats. . . ." 
 
 After noon meal, another anto-tramp having pitched camp, 
 U'lly-aked to Bob and all others in hearing: 
 
 "Whaddye vu kno' six bucks to drive your own car to the 
 top of Pike's Peak! I allus thot 'th' Peak belonged to th' Na- 
 tion, like all the other mountains nothin' doin' I don't keer 
 if it is th' highest mountain in the world climbed by auto! 
 Anyhow I've been over Mt. Washburn in Yellowstone, it's the 
 second highest mountain climbed by gas-wagons and it don't 
 cost nothin' either " 
 
 "Have you fellows ever read anything about Single Tax?" 
 
 37
 
 amiably asked an auto tourisf, with a professional appearance, 
 "Here's some papers " 
 
 "What th' hell is that ?" the Belly-aker rudely cut him short. 
 
 " 'The equal right of all men to the use of land !' The first 
 comer at a feast has no right to force all others to make cer- 
 tain terms with him, before they can eat ! The first man in a 
 theater, does not acquire by his priority, the right to shut the 
 door and have the performance go on for him alone ! The first 
 passenger in a coach, does not obtain the right to scatter his 
 baggage over all the seats and compel all others to stand ! 
 
 "We are guests here today and dead tomorrow lookers- 
 on, sharers in a continuous entertainment, where there is room 
 for all; visitors on this grain of sand, whirling thru space 
 our right to possess cannot be exclusive; it should be bounded 
 by the right of other visitors. 
 
 "As the traveller, may spread himself and baggage over 
 many seats, until others come in, so may a settler take and use 
 as much land as he chooses, until it is needed by others a fact 
 which is shown by the land acquiring a value when his right 
 must be curtailed by the equal right of others, and priority has 
 no claim, for by priority, one man could acquire and transmit 
 to who he pleases, not merely the exclusive right to 160 acres, 
 but to a whole township, state, even an entire continent." 
 
 "That's right," conceded Mr. Belly-aker, "but how to get 
 land, from land shark's th' question! 
 
 "Henry George," the Single Taxer resumed, "suggests 'abol- 
 ishing all private titles, declaring all land public property, and 
 renting it out to the highest bidder, in lots to suit, under such 
 .conditions as would sacredly guard the private right to im- 
 provements!' 
 
 "This simple remedy will raise wages, increase the earnings 
 of capital, extirpate pauperism, abolish poverty, give remuner- 
 ative employment to w r hoever wishes it, afford free scope to 
 human powers, lessen crime, elevate morals, taste and intelli- 
 gence, purify government and carry civilization, to } 7 et nobler 
 heights and abolish all taxation, save that upon land ' " 
 
 "That's great, but it can't be done" announced Mr. Belly- 
 aker, sauntering away. 
 
 "Have you ever seen a powerful bull," the Single Taxer 
 addressed Bob, "staked in a field, wind himself up to his stake 
 and then bellow at the grass, a few feet away but won't 
 change his direction so he can get it? Well, the working class 
 is just like that bull they are even worse. One can drive the 
 bull in the right direction and unwind the rope! 'But who can 
 drive men into freedom?' Dr. Farr is my name, if you go thru 
 Milton vale, Kansas, hunt me up. Say, here's the morning paper, 
 
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 big story about a dog wedding, which is costing $15,000. Guess 
 'The Springs' get all the looney ones. . . ." 
 
 "ENTERTAIN STRANGERS " 
 
 At Palmer Lake, a few miles from Colorado Springs, round- 
 ing a short curve, the brakes were slammed on. to avoid run- 
 ning down an old man, hobbling along with a stick. 
 
 He readily accepted Bob's invitation, "pile on and ,ride," re*- 
 marking: 
 
 'You are the first in a week to offer me a ride, yet many 
 drive by, with empty cars." 
 
 When noon stop was made, he reluctantly admitted : 
 
 "The first food I've had in three days, was given me this 
 morning by children, who found me asleep in the school- 
 house "" 
 
 After hot coffee, sardine sandwiches and fruit, Bob passed 
 tobacco to the old tramp, who refused. 
 
 SOME HAVE ENTERTAINED ANGELS." 
 
 "Thanks, never used it in my life neither liquor. Non-use 
 caused me much suffering in the army as I was the butt of all 
 my mess-mates' jokes, this I could stand; but rotten food and 
 officer's curses, forced me to desert I'd given up a career; 
 ran away from college; renounced the Quaker faith; violated 
 God's commandment 'Thou shalt not kill' all this I did to 
 help 'Save the Union' that was the slogan " 
 
 "Thot it was to 'free the Negroes." Bob commented. 
 
 "Many think the same," the Old Soldier replied: "but the 
 tales, that the Republican Party was organized and the Civil 
 War waged, to abolish slavery, were invented when the war 
 was almost over, to glorify that party and the class it repre- 
 sented. 
 
 "This one can verify by the Greatest Republican that 
 ever lived, the Supreme American Lincoln who said in de- 
 bate with Douglas: 'We have no right at all to disturb it 
 (slavery) in the states where it exists and we profess that we 
 have no more inclination to disturb it, than we have the right 
 to do it,' And J. Schouler, in his History of the United States, 
 Volume 5 page 507 shows, that 'the North and the Republican 
 Party, were more desirous of maintaining the Union and so 
 indifferent to the slavery question, that after the election of 
 Lincoln, both houses of Congress, passed a provision for a 
 constitutional amendment and sent it to the states for ratifica- 
 
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 tion, providing that slavery should ~be forever guaranteed and 
 that no future amendment to the Constitution should ever be 
 submitted authorizing Congress to interfere with slavery in 
 the states where it was then located.' 
 
 ''Early in the war, President Lincoln, checked all the 
 zealous efforts of those to make the war of 'saving the Union,' 
 a war upon slavery and he wrote, answering Horace Greeley's 
 The Prayer of 20-mittion People, 'My paramount object is to 
 save the Union and not either to save or destroy slavery ' 
 
 ''What the devil started the Civil War. then," irritably de- 
 manded Bob. 
 
 "SAVING THE UNION" 
 
 "To 'save the Union' for, between the election of Lincoln 
 in Nov. 1860 and his inauguration, Mar. 4, 1861, seven of the 
 slave holding states seceded, withdrawing their representatives 
 from Congress, and formed a Confederacy and to win the sup- 
 port of France and England to their cause, the Confederate 
 Congress, considered proposals to abolish slavery " 
 
 "Well, what the devil caused the South to Secede," Bob 
 interrupted, thoroly peeved at having his ideals so rudely 
 smashed. 
 
 "Why, it had lost control of the National Government and 
 had no need of the North, whose soil and climate, prevented 
 expansion in that direction. The North had a strong interest 
 in maintaining the Union, for capitalism knows neither limits 
 of soil nor climate. And then too, the South was largely a 
 colony of the North, for in 1860, Southern planters and mer- 
 chants, owed Northern capitalists, an estimated 400-m'illion 
 dollars. The Confederate Congress authorized payment of 
 these debts to it, instead of Northern creditors. 
 
 "You can find the references to prove this, in Simons, Social 
 Forces in American History, I borrowed it while in the hos- 
 pital, a few months ago and it recalls my last college days, 
 when I won two debates, 'Saving the Union' and 'Abolishing 
 Slavery " 
 
 "Hey, young fellow, have you any spare fan belts," yelled 
 a chap at the wheel of a Case, whose hood was smoking, "just 
 broke mine and this old boat is too hot to go any further 
 
 From spare leather a fan belt was made and then the 
 driver Dr. Pullen handed Bob $1.50 with an invitation to 
 visit his ranch. 
 
 A few miles from Denver, the Old Soldier, threw his stick 
 in the road to stop Bob, who volunteered to back up and get 
 
 it 
 
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 "Please drive on." he beseeched. "the police will vag me, 
 I must sneak thru at night. Good bve. God bless you and 
 thanks for the lift. . ." 
 
 In Denver Frank and Bob were told, that another Agitator 
 was in town, showing "The Mooney Frame-up Films." 
 
 Bob introduced himself to Greene, in charge and offered his 
 co-operation, which was sneeringly turned down, as he bawled 
 Bob out for coming to town, "to spoil his show." 
 "If I was well enough and strong enough, I'd run you out 
 of town, " snarled Friedkin, one of Greene's assistants. 
 
 "Hunt up a proxy." defied Bob, "for I'm going to stay here 
 a whole month and drive my car in the Labor Day Parade !" 
 
 "UNION MEN, SHALL MOONEY HANG?" 
 
 this sign, in letters a foot-high, on both sides of the car. 
 fetched many bursts of applause, in the Denver Labor Day 
 Parade, tho Bob's efforts, in behalf of the Mooney Case vic- 
 tims, met with much opposition from unionists: The Central 
 Body, after two hours of insinuations and veiled accusations 
 from blunter brothers, that brot fire-tipped words from sup- 
 porters voted down the Mooney agitator's request, for a cre- 
 dential. 
 
 Thru a misunderstanding, the Denver Molders' "guard" ad- 
 mitted Bob. who walked toward the chair 
 
 One of the local's officials rushed at Bob repeating *'Yu 
 
 can't talk about that G D anARCHist in here." Several 
 
 molders surrounded both and Bob was escorted from the hall. 
 
 The sincere greeting of Mrs. Lawsori and family to Frank 
 and Bob, was a cherished memory, as they left Denver for Oak 
 Creek, where John R. Lawson was digging coal. 
 
 "A STORM OF BULLETS" 
 
 At Frederick, a coal camp near Denver. Mayor Cassidy, 
 president of the miners' union and manager of the only movie 
 theater in town, informed Bob the miners had met the night 
 before, but suggested he give a 15-minute talk at the close of 
 the show. 
 
 Cassidy told Bob that he had laid in jail 6 months, charged 
 with murder of a gunman who he shot in self -defense, while 
 he was town marshal, during the Colorado Coal War. 
 
 Cassidy. elected by the miners to maintain law and order, 
 arrested every company gunman who ventured into town and 
 
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 if search revealed weapons, they were dealt with according to 
 law. 
 
 One of the toughest gunners of the company, bragged re- 
 peatedly, "I'll get that damn marshal yet." 
 
 On station platform, he made his attack, the first shot from 
 his automatic, crushed Cassidy's knee, who fell on his gun, but 
 rolling over, midst a storm of bullets from the Coal Owner's 
 hired killer, pulled his gun, rested his elbow on the station plat- 
 form the gunman dropped with a bullet thru his heart, 
 as several of his fellows rounded the corner of the building, 
 with drawn guns at this moment, Thompson, under-marshal, 
 crashed thru a window of the station, carrying sash and glass, 
 a gun in each hand, yelling over his shoulder, "come on boys, 
 they've got the marshal, let's get every damn one of 'em." 
 
 "They'd sure got us both," reminised Cassidy, "if Thompson 
 hadn't yelled into the empty room from which he jumped 
 you say you're goin' to Oak Creek? Hunt Thompson up, he's 
 there now give him my regards. . . ." 
 
 The one other Mooney talk, in the 200-mile drive back over 
 the Continental Divide to Oak Creek, was given one bitterly 
 cold night, on the street at Silver Plume, to a motely, unsym- 
 pathetic gathering of non-union gold and silver miners. 
 
 The Autumn colored foliage at the timber-line, was a relief 
 from the semi-desert barrenness of the sand-flats, whose heat 
 caused much tire trouble, before Berthoud and Rabbits Ear 
 Passes were reached and the welcome 26-mile slide began, into 
 Steamboat Springs, where a blow-out forced parking on the 
 edge of town and compelled Bob to trudge in, to spend 10 of 
 their total capital of 12 cents for a loaf of bread. 
 
 Crossing a bridge, in the village limits of Oak Creek, Bob 
 spied two coal miners, hiking along the railroad, he grabbed his 
 brief-case and rushed toward them. 
 
 AT HOME IN A "RAG HOUSE" 
 
 "Here's 20 cents Frank, both bought a book and one of 
 them is Thompson friend of Cassidy, at Frederick he's 
 president of his local here; said he'd be back this way in an 
 hour. Suppose you hike over and buy a can of sardines and 
 some bread we'll lunch while we wait for him. . . ." 
 
 "I Icy! pardiici-;' interrupted Thompson returning, "you 
 
 folks take possession of my rag house that's it," pointing to 
 
 ;i tent on a hill. My Mi-<us and girls are on a visit. All the 
 
 IK- lic-itatcil. -I want is. that your wife make some vie 
 
 i 7 *J I r 
 
 and cake. 
 
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 -HANG-UPS and FRAME-UPS" 
 
 In Clemen's store next morning, Bob met Martin Steinhart, 
 who heartily shook hands, saying : "Lawson and I searched this 
 town from end to end for you last night. He received a mes- 
 sage from Denver, after you 'phoned him and hiked in, so he 
 could leave on this morning's train. He was sorry to leave with- 
 out seeing } T OU, for his wife wrote him you wanted the story 
 of his frame-up " 
 
 "Gee, Steinhart can give you a story of His Own Hang-up 
 which is a damn sight more thrilling than Lawson's," declared 
 Clemens. 
 
 "Yep, had a close call," pondered Steinhart, ' ; a mob of 
 business men had me hanging by my neck from the cross-arm 
 of a 'phone post, but a Federal officer, a gun in each hand, 
 made 'em cut me down 
 
 "Martin is a member Western Federation of Miners," ex- 
 plained Clemens," and can tell you about the Frame-up of 
 Mover, Haywood and Pettibone and if you want documentary 
 proof, I have Langdon's 600-page book, The Industrial Wars 
 of Colorado " 
 
 "Their Frame-up was worse than your 'Frisco Frame-up," 
 was Steinhart opening. "The plot was hatched by McParland, 
 backed by Mine Owners' and consumated in the office of Gov. 
 Gooding, of Idaho, in a conference in which such men as W. E. 
 Borah and James H. Hawley, attorneys in Boise, were pres- 
 ent. Hawley and J. C. Mills took the requisition to Gov. Mc- 
 Donald. (Peabody's successor), of Colorado, who, late Satur- 
 day, signed away the liberty of these laborites, turning them 
 over to an armed mob of kidnappers their known enemies! 
 Later, this duck refused to extradite a Negro to Mississippi, 
 unless that State's officials would guarantee a fair trial and 
 protect him from an 'armed mob ' 
 
 "Midnight, Saturday, Feb. 17, 1906, Moyer, Haywood and 
 Pettibone were thrown into jail, denied permission to notify 
 friends or council and six hours later, were on a special train, 
 heavily guarded, hurling toward Idaho, with right of way 
 over everything on the road ! 
 
 "Arrival at Boise, the kidnapped miners' officials were 
 stuck in the penitentiary, where only convicted criminals, ac- 
 cording to law are confined. 
 
 "Two days after Steunenberg was killed, in Caldwell, 
 (Idaho) Harry Orchard was arrested in a Hotel and confessed, 
 claiming he had been hired by the Western Federation of 
 Miners to commit the crime. 
 
 "Arresting officers found pieces of dynamite, sulphuric 
 
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 acid and a few inches of string, identical to that attached to 
 the bomb, which was arranged to explode as the ex-Governor 
 opened his gate, evening Dec. 30, 1905. Orchard made no 
 attempt to leave town or destroy the incriminating evidence in 
 his room. Hotel employes said, 'he just hung around' as tho 
 waiting for certain arrests probably part of the Pinkerton 
 Frame-up. 
 
 The alleged reason for killing of Steunenberg by the 
 A\V:-tern Federation of Miners was, that thru his instrumen- 
 tality, the Mine Owners had disrupted the Miners' Union, dur- 
 ing the Coeur d' Alene (Idaho) strike in 1899. This he had 
 done by requisitioning National troops. Gen. Merrian, in com- 
 mand of Negro soldiers, took charge of the district and in- 
 augurated a reign of terror, tortures and persecutions that 
 equaled anything the press ever accused the Germans of, in 
 Belgium. Hard-fisted, toil-bent miners, were forced to look 
 on, while their wives and daughters, were raped by Negro sol- 
 diers, in the. uniform of the United States, who' were supposed 
 to maintain law and order. 
 
 'The Negro troops arrested and to hold the many miner 
 prisoners, a stockade, or bullpen the first in the West was 
 built, where food was flung at the prisoners, as tho they were 
 hogs. 
 
 "Labor stood loyally by the men damn sight more than 
 they are with the Mooney Case victims right now but when 
 McParland gave the press a confession from Steve Adams, 
 purporting to back up Orchard, some of the weak-headed 
 brothers began smirking, 'it's all off.' While thinkers hoped, 
 McParland would have a confession a day, for the press ; real- 
 izing.' 'when first we practice to deceive, what a tangled web 
 we weave!' 
 
 "So when Steve Adams' -wife smugled a signed statement 
 'from her husband, to the Defense Attornej's, which said that, 
 'he had signed the confession because Gov. Gooding (of Idaho) 
 had threatened to hang him. if he didn't corroborate Or- 
 chard's story against the -of f iciers of the Western Federation 
 of Miners.' 
 
 "In court Adams told how his wife and two children had 
 been dragged by Theile a Pinkerton off their ranch in Ore- 
 gon to the female ward of Idaho's Pen and held there as tho 
 they were prisoners; warden opening and reading Mrs. Adams' 
 mail. Steve told how Hawley had rushed to his cell after De- 
 fense Attorneys had taken up his fight, lying that the prose- 
 cution had nothing against him that he was not a prisoner and 
 begged him to sign a paper discharging his attorneys, 
 but when Steve demanded his freedom, Hawley refused and 
 
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 after he left the deputy warden had Steve stripped, searched 
 and locked in a death cell. 
 
 "During Ha} T wood's trial, Hawley told the jury, that the 
 Western Federation of Miners, had always been a criminal 
 organization from the day of its birth. Then Clarence Darrow, 
 chief counsel of Haywood, showed that Hawley had been the 
 one who suggested, 'you have poor, weak INDIVIDUAL or- 
 ganizations all over; you have one in Butte, you have them in 
 Idaho, you have them in Colorado; there is nothing on earth, 
 but to get together into one Great Federation, so you can 
 FIGHT TOGETHER.' This Hawley had told the metal 
 miners, in the Ada County jail at Boise 'way back in 1893. 
 
 "Haywood and others, had been arrested in 1892, during 
 first strike trouble in the Coeur d' Alenes, where conditions 
 above and under-ground, beggar description; Company-owned 
 huts, store, doctor, and if they did not get all the miners' 
 money, thru robbery prices, they paid 'em the balance in 
 script.' 
 
 "It was in the Ada County jail that they first discussed 
 formation of the Federation. Hawley 'took their money; he 
 organized them; he fought their battles; he was their first 
 attorney.' 
 
 "These legal lights are reckless as hell with the truth ! It 
 was a huge joke Senator W. E. Borah cracked, when he 
 mouthed for the prosecution, that it was forced to move se- 
 cretly, as some of the most important witnesses had disap- 
 peared.' 
 
 "Orchard, this most important witness and arch-murderer 
 who confessed to 26 murders and other crimes, had never seen 
 Moyer, Haywood and Pettibone in his life, until Scott chief 
 detective for the Florence, Cripple Creek Railroad gave him 
 a pass and money to go to Denver in order to get next to the 
 officers of the Federation. 
 
 "Give a calf rope and watch it hang itself," quoted 
 Steinhart, "and that's what that over-zealous traitor. McPar- 
 land and the entire prosecution did and joke of it is, Idaho 
 taxpayers are the goats, who footed the prosecution's bill of 
 $200,000. 
 
 "Gov. Gooding, who made his brags, 'the murder of Sten- 
 nenberg, would be avenged, commuted the death sentence of 
 Orchard, proving that he was a tool of the Mine Owners, whose 
 only desire was to disrupt the Federation, by hanging the 
 leaders of it. 
 
 'Haywood, Secretary-Treasurer of the Western Federation 
 of Miners, was acquitted July 28, 1907. 
 
 "Then in a few days. President Mover was released on 
 
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 $25,000 bail, but Pettibone was denied bail, by Judge Fremont 
 Wood, even -when he became a physical wreck, in the rotten, 
 germ-laden, prison air. The prosecution no doubt hoped he'd 
 die. which would prevent defense showing up their botchy 
 work. They did every legal thing they could to kill him, even 
 put him in the Hospital, to stop the trial, but Pettibone ran 
 away from the Hospital and returned to jail, demanding that 
 he be locked up, that he was well enough for trial, thus thwart- 
 ing the prosecution. 
 
 "Hawley branded Pettibone as paymaster and go-between 
 of the Federation and accused him of making 'Pettibone dope' 
 and bombs, which caused a score of deaths, but he had no proof. 
 
 "Darrow proved to the jury, Pettibone had never carried 
 a card, never attended a local union meeting, had never paid 
 dues to the Federation, nor had he anything to do with forming 
 of its policy, in his life. That while at one time he was presi- 
 dent of the Gem miners' union, it was before the Federation 
 was organized. 
 
 "Since 1892 he had not worked in the mines, he dropped 
 into the convention, in Denver, to meet some of his old Gem 
 (Idaho) acquaintances, who welcomed their former president 
 and made him an honorary member. 
 
 "No jury of honest men, could have found a dog guilty, on 
 the 'silver tongued' lies, glibly told by high-priced lawyer- 
 politicians, so on Jan. 4, 1908, Pettibone was found not guilty. 
 
 "The braggard McParland was shown up the liar and 
 faded away, never fear, he'll be heard from again. 
 
 THE POLITICAL BUNK 
 
 "Of 'defeating your friends and electing your enemies' goes 
 merrily on. Workers' votes in Idaho keep Borah in the U. S. 
 Senate; the same votes will, if it hasn't already, make Gooding 
 a Senator, and long ago they made Hawley Governor. And 
 'Big Bill' Haywood is now Secretary-Treasurer of the Indus- 
 trial Workers of the World" 
 
 "That's the organization," Clements butted in, "One for All 
 and All for One ! There can be no peace while millions starve 
 and the few have all the good things 
 
 "Yes and no," Steinhart agreed, "I'd a damn sight rather 
 see Big Bill and his followers, inside fighting, than outside 
 knocking, for after all, Industrial Unionism, is a matter of 
 evolution and God. man or capital can't stop it " 
 
 Silence like a pall, gripped the few men listening to Stein- 
 hart, as the door admitted a dapper, shifty-eyed, fox-face indi- 
 
 46
 
 yidual, who, sizing up the group, bought some cigarettes, 
 lighted one with deliberation and departed. 
 
 "That skunk hasn't been in ray store since they raided us 
 during the last strike " 
 
 "There's a new agitator in town and he took a good look at 
 him too," laconically asserted Steinhart. "Well, my boy," he 
 solemnly added, slapping Bob's back, "I'll be your body-guard 
 while you're here," 
 
 Considerable financial support was secured for the De- 
 fense, in Oak Creek District, the most enthusiastic meeting tho, 
 was with the miners of the Hayden Brothers 'Stag Mine,' 
 where Lawson had worked. Steinhart accompanied Bob to all 
 meetings and his linguistic ability was a great aid. 
 
 Bob stripped the gears in the deep sand, on entering Mt. 
 Harris. While waiting for repairs, he worked as a "bridge- 
 monkey" and at night appealed to the different locals in be- 
 half of the Frame-up victims. 
 
 ONE HUNDRED PER CENT "HUNKS" 
 
 "We'll canvas the camp for Mooney ; the boys are all home 
 no work here on Sunday." said Mike Fitch, leader of the 
 foreigners in Mt, Harris, and we 'hunks' forced the operators 
 to sign an agreement with the union, the Americans seemed to 
 be satisfied, we were not, 
 
 "At a special meeting, two days was given the Big Boss to 
 sign up, many insisted two hours was enough, he didn't 
 sign, so we all went on strike and to prevent any American 
 from scabbing tho they carried a union card a committee, 
 carrying heavy walking sticks, hung around the tipple. It was 
 a complete tie-up and the Boss had to sign." 
 
 To get balance of money for parts. Bob hiked 7 miles to 
 Hayden Fair, where he made $8 worth of fotos. . . . 
 
 Over 300 miles of prairie, passing many bands of sheep, 
 constantly haunted by blow-puts, Bob piloted the "old boat" 
 thru Craig to Baggs, Wyoming and on to Wamsutter, where 
 lie "wrecked" an old automobile for junk and earned $7. 
 
 Owing to slow leak in water bags, Frank and Bob were 24 
 hours without water, on their drive into Rock Springs, where 
 after a meager supper of the last food they had, Bob was un- 
 able to locate a union meeting. 
 
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 "NEVER SAY DIE" 
 
 "Snow ! No wonder we're cold," shivered Bob, dropping the 
 side-curtain. 
 
 "Cheer up, Frank, I'll peddle the bumper Jack Lewis gave 
 me at Mt. Harris," Bob confidently asserted, fingering a lone- 
 some "jitney." 
 
 Later, Hill, manager of the Co-operative store, looked the 
 bumper over and said : "I'll take it " 
 
 "Thanks, old timer !" Bob gratefully exclaimed. "It's yours 
 at your price and I'll trade part out in groceries." 
 
 "E-i-g-h-t dollars?" incredulously spelled Frank. 
 
 "Yes!" panted Bob, dropping bundles, "and $3" of gro- 
 ceries besides and Hopkins, a director in the store, said we 
 could camp in his private garage." 
 
 "That's great," exclaimed Frank, "any shelter's welcome." 
 
 Bob spoke and secured donations from many local unions 
 in and around Rock Springs and ended his stay, with an illus- 
 trated Mooney Lecture in the miners-owned hall, containing a 
 library of several thousand volumes. 
 
 After the meeting and during the usual hand-shaking, Bob 
 asked if anyone could give him names of active unionists in 
 towns ahead . . . 
 
 "Did you have the name of anyone in this burg?" a serious 
 voice asked. 
 
 "No," replied Bob, "we came overland, from the North- 
 western slope field " 
 
 "You just drop in, size things up and pick your men, tell 
 'em what you are doing, and why," guessed the serious voice, 
 which Bob located as belonging to a man who "hunched" good. 
 
 "Well, that's the way to do it, the little man resumed, "if 
 John Mitchell had sent organizers in here, on the rods, this 
 section would have been organized long ago. But no, they 
 were all gentlemen, stopped at the finest hotel and sent for a 
 brother Thomas J. Williams, whom John Mitchell had told 
 them was a union coal miner and who'd be glad to give 'em a 
 lift. Well, brother Williams gave ? em a lift all right. He 
 helped arrange midnight meetings, to which he secretly invited 
 miners to attend. At all these meetings Superintendent Black 
 or a foreman appeared and the half-starved miners would 
 hike for home. 
 
 k 'A dozen or so, carefully-planned meetings were thus stam- 
 peded, to the utter consternation, confusion and bewilderment 
 of organizers, who declared to brother Williams, 'they'd never 
 met with such misfortune before.' 
 
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 "Brother Williams, highly indignant, told the Mitchell lieu- 
 tenants he did not believe it was the 'opportune time' to or- 
 ganize Rock Springs, etc., that the Union Pacific Coal Com- 
 pany must have a stand-in with the Devil. 
 
 "President Mitchell conceived the idea of sending in six 
 organizers, who spoke different languages and to arrange sev- 
 eral meetings the same night, feeling sure that he could thus 
 defeat the company 
 
 "But again, Mitchell told his men to hunt up Brother Wil- 
 liams. After fifty attempts to hold a meeting, the organizers 
 and President Mitchell decided Rock Springs inpregnable and 
 gave up, indignant and mystified 
 
 "Brother Williams lost his morals, took to drinking and 
 then it became known he was Pinkerton Labor Spy No. 15 
 
 "So, young fellow, continue to size 'em up and if you pick 
 a Pinkerton it'll be your own fault. . . ." 
 
 "I won't hear no motion for a donation ! Our International 
 ain't 'endorsin' this fight," boomed the President of the coal 
 miners at Superior, first stop leaving Rock Springs 
 
 "Push the hat," chorused the rank and file, "Tom Mooney's 
 the >on of a coal miner, whose father was shot by a scab in 
 Indiana. 
 
 The hat got $10 and the same amount was contributed 
 by Finn Socialists. Later Brother Cook notified that the 
 President, evidently read the Mine Workers' Journal, Bob 
 referred him to, for at next meeting, he made a motion to 
 donate $50. 
 
 "Rawlins is 42 miles," answered the man at a dust-covered 
 pump, as he handed Bob the hose 
 
 "That's where I'm goin' too," cut in a lanky genial indi- 
 vidual, "just missed my train if you let me ride I'll buy the 
 
 gas. . ." 
 
 "Hunt up Seth, Slater or Perriot, they'll help arrange a 
 meeting," said Pete Larson the passenger as he alighted. 
 
 With dimes from individual book sales and a big feed 
 charged to Seth, the Mooney Agitators departed, when the 
 efforts of Expressman Seth and Bob, to arrange a meeting, 
 proved futile. . . . 
 
 Bumping slowly along, its broken spring splinted with a 
 fence post, the old car stopped at Melnor's Secretary of the 
 Hanna Miners as light flashed from the many windows of 
 the hall nearby. 
 
 "The Finnish Socialists meet tonight," Melnor answered 
 Bob's question. 49
 
 "Frank, fish out my clothes," commanded Bob 
 
 "What ! You're going to wash and dress here in the street?" 
 
 incredulously demanded Frank. 
 
 "Must talk to Finns," came between splashes, as Bob 
 
 began to drown the dust on his face. 
 
 Hanna, an unincorporated town, owned by the Union Pa- 
 cific Kailroad, who mines the coal to fire its locomotives, rents 
 the shacks, the miners call "home;" maintains the school and 
 runs the store on such exorbitant prices that 200 miners, mostly 
 Finns, organized a co-operative store and housed it in a de- 
 serted roadhouse, three miles from town. 
 
 Heikkinen, the manager, formerly editor of Tovera, a Fin- 
 nish Daily, at Astoria, Oregon, told Bob that tho they were 
 forced to haul from the depot to the store and then back to 
 make deliveries, that they were making money for the stock- 
 holders. 
 
 Two mornings later, after a successful meeting, Frank and 
 Bob breakfasted with President Slover and then hurried on, 
 to get over Sherman Pass, before it became snow-bound. 
 
 BEAN SOUP ON SHEEMAN PASS 
 
 "I'm all in," breathlessly gasped Fra,nk, after a 2-mile hike, 
 with a white cloth pinned on her back, which, slowly driving, 
 Bob followed, to keep on the road 
 
 "The fear of running you down in this damnable darkness 
 has me so nervous, I'm all in, too," repeated Bob as he pulled 
 out of the road and began struggling in the terrific gale to 
 spread the canvas. 
 
 "Here, drink this hot soup," commanded Bob. And Frank 
 opened startled eyes at the roaring fire. 
 
 "Twas some job to find wood, without a light that's a 
 battery, always on the bum, when needed most," grumbled 
 Bob. 
 
 When day dawned, they realized camp had been made on 
 Sherman Pass the top of the Rocky Mountains! 
 
 Breakfastless, Frank and Bob made an early start for 
 Cheyenne, where after eight blow-outs, they arrived and parked 
 near Wyoming Labor Journal building. As soon as arrange- 
 ments for meeting had been completed, they had supper their 
 first hot meal that day. Buckley and Paulson of the Journal, 
 provided hall and advertising for the Mooney illustrated lec- 
 ture and were equally disappointed with an audience of six. 
 
 Unable to buy gas, Bob appealed to his union brothers, of 
 
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 the Teamsters Local, who bought a quantity of Books, at a 
 special called meeting. 
 
 Bob was told, to avoid snow, he'd better swing thru Denver 
 and take a more southern route East. This was readily agreed 
 to, with hope of getting Lawson's story yet. 
 
 "Why don't you 'phone Lawson first? Maybe maybe 
 they'll invite us out for a square meal," ingenuously suggested 
 Frank. 
 
 "Hash foundry for us, Lawson don't answer," dejectedly 
 said Bob, returning. 
 
 Bob spent two hours in a vain attempt to soak camera, 
 loan sharks did not want it". Then spending their last 30 cents 
 in a cheap restaurant, they drove to the deserted auto park, 
 where the naked trees cracked in the howling wind and the 
 fallen leaves weird rustle between flurries of snow, caused 
 them to realize 'winter's here. .' ^ 
 
 "Let's eat Frank. Bonnell's Jew friend, loaned me five on 
 the camera. Lawson can see us at 10 a. m. and Hawkins, his 
 attorney, at 11 a. m. . . . 
 
 AMEEICAN ATROCITIES 
 
 "Oppressions of 30 years," began Lawson, "temporarily 
 ended Sept. 23, 1913, when 11,232 men went on strike, after 
 Coal Operators refused their demands, most of which were r 
 that Mine Operators obey the Colorado laws! One of these 
 provided for a check weighman, this had been a law for ten 
 years, but miners were still being robbed of from 700 to 1 ,400 
 Ibs. of coal on every car they mined ; the abolition of the script 
 system, with the right to trade anywhere ; to belong to a union, 
 and two pay-days a month 
 
 "Balwin-Felts Murder Agency, saloon-keeper and gambler 
 Maj. Hamrock, Lt, ('Butcher') K. E. Linderfelt and Adj. 
 Gen. Chase, were the willing and paid tools, backed by the 
 Rockefeller millions, sanctified and commanded by Gov. Elias 
 Ammons, to maintain the illegal rule of the Coal Barons and 
 break the strike. 
 
 "And with such foul means as: when Adj. Gen. Chase, 
 astride his war-horse kicked Sara Slater, a 16-year-old school 
 girl, so viciously on the breast, she'll never be able to nurse 
 a baby. The press and pulpit were loud in their praise of this 
 brave militiaman. Sara was watching militiamen, desecrating 
 a $300 American flag and sabering women, whom Chase had 
 given permission to march^ in protest at the imprisoning of 
 
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 'Mother' Jones, in the damp, lousy, rat-infested, cellar-cell of 
 Walsemburg jail 
 
 "When a drunken Negro strike-breaker, went to sleep on a 
 railroad track and was killed by a train, the Associated Press 
 dispatches claimed, 'bloodhounds tracked the murderer to 
 Forbes Colony of striking miners.' 
 
 "Uniformed fiends destroyed the tent colony, throwing 
 children and women with nursing babes out to perish with cold 
 
 in a blinding snowstorm 
 
 "When militiamen at Augillar, grabbed and dragged from 
 their own yard two women, one to become a mother in a few 
 hours, to jail, and put them thru the third degree not a rip- 
 ple of horror passed thru the craven hearts of these sancti- 
 monious defenders of Law and Order 
 
 "At Segundo, a drunken militiaman seized a child from 
 its mother, forced the tot with other children, to parade the 
 streets for two hours, jabbing them now and then with his 
 bayonet. If an ignorant foreigner, a parent of one of these 
 children had killed this brute then the press and pulpit would 
 
 have advocated mob action 
 
 "Mrs. Yanskinski, leaving four small children, had gone 
 to town. Meanwhile a militiaman, his captain too drunk to get 
 out of the car, drove to the house, entered, shattered the fur- 
 niture, tattered the clothing found $200 sewed in a coat. A 
 punch on the jaw was given Mrs. Yanskinski's little son, when 
 he appealed to the 'soldier' not to take the money, then kicked 
 him in the face as he lay sobbing on the floor. A younger 
 sister, when she saw the blood on her brother's face, began cry- 
 ing. She too, was knocked down a kick fractured her nose 
 so seriously she was unable to testify before the Commission 
 
 on Industrial Relations- 
 
 "Of course all these outrages," explained Lawson, "were 
 committed with the end in view of enraging the miners, to 
 retaliate and give Linderfelt's command a chance to live up to 
 its slogan : 'We're going to lick the miners, or wipe 'em off the 
 earth. There won't be-,a God damn red-neck (striking miners 
 of 21 nationalities) left when we get thru, we'll clean 'em all.' 
 "At 8 :40 Monday morning, April 20, 1914, 'Gunmen Melish' 
 demanded of Louis Tikas, a graduate of Athens University 
 and spokesman of the colony, a certain striker, Tikas told them 
 to get a warrant and a sheriff. 
 
 "When three bombs exploded at 9 :10, after militiamen had 
 trained four gattling-guns on the Ludlpw colony from the 
 south, Tikas by 'phone, arranged a meeting with Maj. Ham- 
 rock, hoping his appeal, in behalf of the 300 women and chil- 
 
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 dren, would arouse the manhood vain hope of this dive- 
 keeper, to call off the impending massacre. 
 
 "After A fruitless conference, Tikas started back, when 
 Butcher Linderfeldt from behind with a blow from the 
 stock of his rifle, crushed Tikas' head. Another cut-throat mili- 
 tiaman kicked him in the face as he lay dying. Then to be 
 doubly sure, a volley was fired into his back an explosive 
 bullet tore out his belly. In this spot his body lay for two days. 
 
 "Godfrey Irwin, an electrical engineer, on the way to Lud- 
 low station, was an eye witness to the massacre and described 
 in detail, the murder of Tikas, in the New York World, May 5. 
 1914. Butcher Linderfelt then admitted his crime, but claimed 
 Tikas was shot while trying to make his escape. 
 
 "After the brutal assination of Tikas, bullets began to rain 
 on the defenseless women and children, who crawled into holes 
 dug in the ground, under their beds, where many smothered 
 to death, when militiamen with torch and oil, set fire to the 
 tents. 
 
 "A shot from behind, blew out the face of James Fyler, 
 Secretary of the Ludlow miners, who had acted as 'phone 
 operator, giving out the only news. When his body was found, 
 $300 he had that morning, was missing. 
 
 "Scabs 800 of 'em caps and candles on, directly out of 
 the mines, armed with Winchesters, helped in the killing. At 
 six the Colony store door was battered in, stock stolen and 
 building fired, including four others. 
 
 "Butcher Linderfelt asked during the day how many mi- 
 litiamen were killed, replied: "Four killed, three injured 
 them Greeks are damn crack-shots.' 
 
 "Another gunman boasted : 'There were four men in there 
 (a tent) orie of them sneaked out to get some ammunition and 
 
 I got him, then two little girls, dressed in white, came out 
 
 Some one asked, 'you surely didn't shoot at the little girls?' 
 'You're God damn right I did,' he answered. 
 
 "As No. 2 Colorado Southern train arrived from the North, 
 women and children were seen to run out of the glare of the 
 fires and as fast as they came were shot down 
 
 "Yells of fanatical joy, from these depraved, blood-thirsty 
 gunmen, were the answers to the appeals of mercy. A, please 
 don't kill us, oh mamma what shall we do?" 1 
 
 "Fifty women of the Ludlow tent colony were pregnant, 
 one unfortunate woman giving birth to her baby while fleeing 
 from the flames and bullets. 
 
 "Mrs. Jolly, who was shot in the arm, near her Red Cross 
 insignia, testified that on the following day after the massacre, 
 she saw gunmen looting the ruins, gathering bodies, on which 
 
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 they poured oil and set on fire. . . Fifty persons of Lud- 
 low have never been found. Undoubtedly they were the vic- 
 tims of this funeral pyre, which destroyed the mute testimony 
 of American atrocities, committed by Americans, commanded 
 by Americans and all paid for by an American Sunday school 
 teacher. 
 
 "Frequently the nations press drivels, about Rockefeller's 
 charity, but Mrs. Clara C. French, delegated by the Justice 
 League of Denver, to make a month's investigation in South- 
 ern Colorado coal fields (while President Wilson's coal com- 
 mission, headed by Seth Low, spent one week in the entire 
 state) reported that, the commission was told by President 
 Welborn, of the C. F. & I that they had spent $57',000 in 1915 
 wrecking huts and building concrete houses. 
 
 "Listens good, but the huts were rent free. The miners 
 paid $2 to $6 a year for ground lease, while the concrete houses 
 are rented to them, some at $12 a month and this is sailed 
 philanthropy. 
 
 "A club house, costing $15,000 (?) was also built for the 
 welfare of the dear miners, but President Welborn forgot to 
 tell the Low commission that the 300 miners of Sopris had to 
 pay $1 a month to enjoy Rockefeller's charity. If but 150 
 miners fell for this, it would amount to $1,800 a year, or 12 
 per cent on investment another clever business deal, yet the 
 press called it magnanimous! 
 
 "If a just valuation on property holdings were paid, there 
 would be ample funds to maintain public schools, where teach- 
 ers would not constantly cram down the necks of their pu- 
 pils for all these things you are indebted to your father- 
 benefactor, John D. Rockefeller, Jr. 
 
 "In 1909 the highest assessed valuation of the C. F. & I. in 
 Las Animas county Avas $1,250,000. Public feeling caused the 
 county commissioners to appoint a committee of three business 
 men to report upon values. Their unanimous recommendation 
 was, that the valuation be raised to $25,000,000. 
 
 "Public opinion has gradually forced the C. F. & I. to in- 
 crease their valuation until it amounted to $5,000,000 in 1914 
 yet the most conservative business men insist it should be 
 $10,000,000 at least 
 
 "Thousands of acres are listed by the company, as grazing 
 lands, which assessors virtually know to be coal lands. Grazing 
 land is assessed at $5 an acre, coal land at $300 to $500 an acre. 
 
 "In Las Animas county, 239.300 acres are listed as grazing 
 lands, valued at $1,196,500, half of this is coal land and if 
 valuation was assessed as such on only one half of it, the 
 amount would be. $59,82*5,000. 
 
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 "What fair-minded person can believe that John D. Rocke- 
 feller, Jr., is sincere, when he preaches about the welfare of 
 the children in his coal camps and robs them of thousands of 
 dollars school tax 
 
 "Excuse me," said Lawson, pocketing watch and extending 
 his hand, "am sorry, but have an important engagement and 
 must go. . . ." 
 
 Bob was gratified to find Attorney Horace N. Hawkins, "a 
 son of the sod." 
 
 "In Lawson's Frame-up," explained Hawkins, "the prose- 
 cution used two Baldwin-Felts detectives Snyder and 
 Murphy. They testified Lawson declared the miners were go- 
 ing to attack the mine guards and also that they saw Lawson 
 hiking toward the shooting, 90 minutes before Nimmo was 
 killed. You know Lawson was charged with the murder of 
 John Nimmo, a scab herder. 
 
 "Lawson's persecution was the result of his activity in 
 behalf of the miners. 'Way back in 1906, Lawson went to Huer- 
 fano county to organize them. 
 
 "The Coal Barons, frantic that in their midst, was a man 
 informing the slaves of their constitutional rights, ordered 
 their sheriff to get Lawson, who broke no laws, or they'd get 
 a new sheriff ! 
 
 "So when Lawson left Walsenburg for a nearby camp, two 
 deputies followed him. Reaching the edge of town one of these 
 thugs put a six-shooter in Lawson's pocket and the other 
 'officer' arrested him for carrying concealed weapons 
 
 "After the Ludlow massacre, a signed call to arms for self- 
 protection, 'against the murder of men, women and children 
 by armed assassins' of the Coal Barons, was sent out by a com- 
 mittee of nine representing coal miners, metal miners and the 
 State Federation of Labor. The name of John R. Lawson, 
 International Board Member, District 15, United Mine Work- 
 ers of America, headed the list. 
 
 "The various efforts to get Lawson, culminated on May 3, 
 1915. On the testimony of these Baldwin-Felts one of whom 
 was a fugitive from justice and both trusted employees of the 
 union, who naturally were unaware of their double-dealing. 
 Lawson was convicted, but I was ready with several certified 
 checks, of different large amounts, to get Lawson out on bail, 
 if possible. 
 
 "So when special trial Judge Gfranby Hillyer former 
 lawyer for the Operators, appointed on this special job by 
 Gov. Elias Ammons Informed the Defense that bail would be 
 
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 $10,000, while our motion for a new trial was pending I tossed 
 the Court Clerk a check and locking arms with Lawson, led 
 him out of the Court Boom. . . ." 
 
 "Mr. Hawkins, Mr. is here, shall I tell him to wait?" 
 
 ''Certainly," and turning to Bob, "Come back this after- 
 noon " 
 
 "Can't," replied Bob, leaving for Kansas City at 1 p. m." 
 
 THE LITTLE "JAYHAWKER'S" ARRIVAL 
 
 "You can have supper at my house if your wife will cook 
 it. Mrs. Woods is in the hospital, in Denver." Such was the 
 invitation given Bob by Mills Wood, employee in the railroad 
 shops, Limon, Colo., at the close of a noon-hour talk. Another 
 shop employee, Robinson, studying law, volunteered to pass a 
 subscription list on pay-day. . . . 
 
 Arrival at Goodland, Kansas, was during a hot fight con- 
 ducted by merchants against the railroad workers' co-operative 
 buying plan. This created agitation for a co-operative store, 
 which was launched at a well attended meeting, where Bob 
 spoke and received an invitation to speak next afternoon to 
 the Locomotive Firemen. 
 
 A motion to contribute to the Defense, caused a-letter-of- 
 the-law brother to wail: 
 
 "A quorum ain't present!" 
 
 Brother Flick verified it with a glance and banged the 
 gavel, saying: "Everyone of you brothers remain here, 'till I 
 get another tallow-pot." 
 
 He did, then Lodge No. 369 of the Brotherhood voted $15 to 
 the Mooney Defense. 
 
 Desiring to have the money to rent an apartment in Kan- 
 sas City, Bob appealed to the Mooney Defense, who wired 
 $25 to Colby, Kansas. 
 
 "Can't pay the money unless someone here identifies you," 
 said^the Banker, with studied deliberation. 
 
 Next morning Bob was grateful to Rand Jones, who identi- 
 fied him at the bank, and who with D. Beaddy, liberally 
 bought literature, after they assured him of the impossibility 
 of a meeting in "their town." . . . 
 
 In their haste to reach Kansas City, Frank and Bob trav- 
 eled night and day, ove r fair roads, through Hays. Ellsworth, 
 Salina, Manhattan, Junction City and Topeka even spending 
 rent money, instead of trying to add to it. 
 
 "It's pretty cold to sleep out ; better come over and sleep in 
 our front room," invited Matt Burke, from whom Bob had 
 bought milk, earlier in the evening. 
 
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 "Thank you," answered Frank, "but this will be our last 
 night to camp and we might catch cold in the house." 
 
 Frank's restlessness during the wee hours the following 
 morning, fearfully worried Bob and eventually caused him to 
 accept Mr. Burke's invitation. 
 
 With a lusty yell, "Bob" Blackstone, Jr., arrived, Tuesday, 
 November 27, at 9:30 a. m. an hour before the Doctor, sum- 
 moned from Topeka^_ 
 
 "You're some little Jay -hawker" complimented Dr. Smith, 
 as he completed his examination of the just-born. 
 
 "Jay-hawker?" questioned Bob. 
 
 "Yes," vouchafed the Doctor, "that is the term applied to 
 one born in Kansas and receives the name, from a band of 
 Guerillas, who were irregular soldiers, fighting for the eman- 
 cipation of the black-man 
 
 "Then in reality. 'Jay-hawker' means agitator a fighter 
 for better things? Well, that is certainly appropriate," de- 
 clared Bob. 
 
 Before taking leave of Frank, the following morning, Bob 
 squandered 90 of his total capital of 143 cents, buying some 
 necessaries for "his family. . . ." 
 
 A cop directed Bob to the Inter-City Viaduct a mile long, 
 connecting Kansas City, Mo., and Kansas City, Kan. He was 
 stepping on the gas when a uniformed individual yelled: 
 "STOP!' 
 
 "Toll ?" questioned Bob in an anxious voice, as he gingerly 
 forked over 25 of his remaining 43, having previously spent 10 
 cents for a lunch of peanuts and apples. 
 
 "Hey Nolan ! here's the Mooney Agitator we met in Pu- 
 eblo," called Mrs. Carpenter to her husband and added, "Park 
 the car in the yard and I'll get some supper for you and your 
 wife, right away." 
 
 "Thanks, I'll park the car and eat supper, but my wife and 
 baby are in Newman, Kansas." 
 
 "Baby?" interrogated the Carpenters in chorus. 
 
 Yes and he is just 36 hours and 19 minutes old," carefully 
 calculated Bob, as he pocketed the "Ingersoll." 
 
 On the invitation of Mr. Carpenter, next day, Bob spoke 
 to the Carmen of the Rock Island shops. Literature sales at 
 this meeting enabled him to send Frank railroad fare, and ten 
 days later, during a snowstorm, she arrived with Robert. Jr., 
 and a Fox-terrier puppy, a present from the Burkes. 
 
 "Bob, I'm sure glad we followed your hunch and camped 
 that night near the Burkes for a finer family I've never met in 
 all my travels. Father Heron said the same about them when 
 
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 / 
 
 he came to see the new baby and give it his blessing and Mrs. 
 Burke nursed me as tho I were her own daughter and the food 
 was so well cooked and tasty, that after each meal I felt needed 
 strength." 
 
 FIVE WEEKS OLD WITH SMALLPOX 
 
 Bob secured the co-operation of the Central Labor Union, 
 Kansas City, Mo., to hold a Mooney Mass Meeting, Jan. 13, 
 1918. The use of the Labor Temple Auditorium was donated 
 and also the money for advertising. 
 
 Frank P. Walsh, Redmond S. Brennon and Vernon J. Rose, 
 were to be the speakers and Bob was to show the Frame-up 
 slides. 
 
 Ten days before the meeting, Frank becoming seriously ill, 
 Bob called in Dr. Burkhardt, who laconically diagnosed: "A 
 beautiful case of smallpox!" 
 
 It took the inefficient, slow-moving, petty-squabbling, 
 graft-ridden, City Health Department a week to take Frank 
 and Robert, Jr., to the Isolation Ward of the General Hospital. 
 During said week Bob was nurse, cook, laundress and house- 
 keeper. 
 
 A health official then commanded Bob to take a bath and 
 he'd be perfectly germless the ways of the wise are mys- 
 terious: Killing smallpox germs in clothing by bathing! 
 
 Without doubt, the germs airplaning around the apartment 
 met immediate death by fright because of the tough look 
 on this health official's face. 
 
 "Bob, this is the most miserable place I've ever been in. 
 Your stories of charity mongers are tame, compared to this 
 Chamber of Horrors hell hasn't anything on this place and 
 Satan's a saint, beside some of the charity dispensers here," 
 glibly orated Frank, from the top of the stairs to Bob at the 
 foot of stairs on his first "visit." 
 
 "Thanks for the fruit, when you come again bring some 
 canned soup, crackers, eggs and a bottle of olive oil to soften 
 the pox eruptions and and bring cathartics, too. This place 
 can't afford those things, or nightgowns, or slippers not even 
 clean bed-clothes why I wouldn't put the pup in the bed I 
 slept in last night. The sheets and pillow-cases covered with 
 blood spots and other human filth. Was able with Robert's 
 diapers to protect him ' 
 
 "Where are the gowns and slippers you brought?" inter- 
 rupted Bob. 
 
 "Worse still," explained Frank, "nurses don't want to 
 lather fumigating them when one is discharged. 
 
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 "Why Bob, my palms are so covered with eruptions, I can- 
 not close my hand^ yet I must bathe Robert, wash his diapers 
 and wring them with my finger-tips and teeth." 
 
 MEETING KILLED 
 
 An explosion, afternoon, Sunday, January 13, killing four 
 Negroes and two white men, in the engine room of the light 
 plant, put the city in darkness and stopped the cars. Nine- 
 teen per>ons braved the snow and darkness, hiking to the La- 
 bor Temple. Two walked nine miles. 
 
 "Guess I've got 'em too and that damn explosion killed the 
 meeting," complained Bob, depositing his bundles for Frank, 
 near the head of the stair. . . . 
 
 "Am glad you brought the canned soup, I'll give it to an 
 expectant mother, who has not eaten for five days. She can- 
 not eat the slop they serve. The pale coffee, burnt toast 
 and mush with watered milk, all served cold, via dumbwaiter 
 twice a day, with a variation of smelly hash and potatoes for 
 lunch. If you can't stand in line, you don't eat, unless a fel- 
 low patient carries your tray, for the nurses will not." 
 
 "How do the Doctors treat you-?" questioned Bob. 
 
 "The only one we see. Dr. Coons, flukes thru the wards 
 every other day, chucking women under the chin and flicking 
 cigar ashes overcoat on, hat and gloves in his hand. The 
 intern and also visiting priests, to Sister Victoria, must dress 
 in white in place of their outer garments." 
 
 "If that's the kind of treatment one gets here, they'd bet- 
 ter be quarantined home " snapped Bob. 
 
 "Take your hand- off that door contaminating it," snarled 
 the night nurse, jerking the door from Frank. 
 
 "And you," pointing at Bob, "get out, you haven't any 
 business here " 
 
 "Who do you think you're talking to a dog?" demanded 
 Frank. As she said "good night" to Bob, the nurse demon- 
 strated her ignorance of germs and bacteria, by polishing the 
 door and knob with a dirty rag. 
 
 Two days later Bob was taken to the pest-house, back of the 
 Negro hospital. Johnson, a regular fellow, bought some fruit 
 for Frank and delivered it along with a chicken from Mrs. 
 Burke and Bob's last $2. 
 
 EATING AGAIN 
 
 "You're not the Mr. Blackstone that got the other money," 
 positively asserted the Western Union clerk.
 
 "Oh, yes I am!" truculently replied Bob. "I can prove it 
 by duplicating my signature, and Dr. Coons, who just dis- 
 charged me from the smallpox ward 
 
 This electrified the girl; she tore to the manager, a few 
 whispered words, and returning commanded: 
 
 "Please sign." 
 
 "A tenth of this alacrity a few weeks ago would have kept 
 my wife and baby from being hungry," censured Bob. "I ex- 
 plained to you when wiring for this money, I was going to the 
 hospital and my wife was coming out and would need it " 
 
 "Please sign," interrupted the girl in a tremulous voice. 
 
 "The first square meal I've had in three weeks," explained 
 Frank, "and if it hadn't been for Peterson, Gude and the 
 others loaning me a few dollars, we'd have starved, for the 
 Y. W. C. A. turned me down cold when I applied to them to 
 get me some sewing." . . . 
 
 REAL "SYMPATHY" 
 
 A laundry-drivers' strike spread to the poorly-paid girls, 
 "some of whom sorted soiled clothes, amid buzzing flies, in 
 basements where horses were stalled." 
 
 Club women called a meeting at the Muchleback Hotel, 
 where workers and employers were to *discuss peace. When 
 Negro fellow-workers were refused admittance, the whites 
 left the conference in a body, one remarking : 
 
 "Before these society dames have to beat it to tea-up, they'll 
 kno' that some 'whites' are lucky their blackness is on the 
 inside!" 
 
 "Porter, the Business Agent of the Laundry Owners' Asso- 
 ciation," a speaker later told the strikers, "said uncomplimen- 
 tary things about you, your families, your representatives, and 
 deliberately lied about conditions in the laundries." 
 
 "One of your representatives (Sarah Green) told these 
 club women the truth about conditions, and offered to prove 
 it by visits and workers' testimony. Porter accused the work- 
 ers of violence, she told the ladies. Yet he kicked a 62-year-old 
 woman who has two sons in France down stairs in his laun- 
 dry-" 
 
 "In a ten-knot gauge of royal rage" Porter, with menacing 
 fists, rushed at Mrs. Green, barking: 
 'You you're a God damn liar!" 
 
 "'You you're a gentleman!'" diplomatically lied Mrs. 
 Green as Porter was dragged away, before he could make a 
 bigger ass of himself and further queer the Laundry Owners. 
 
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 "The conference ended in a near riot, the outraged club 
 women denouncing Porter for his ungentlemanly conduct to- 
 ward Mrs. Green few denounced him for kicking the old 
 woman striker." 
 
 Last of March at a special meeting, three delegates being 
 present from every union affiliated with the Central Body, 
 declared a general "cessation of work" a sympathetic strike. 
 
 IN THE GLORIOUS U. S. 100 YEARS AGO- 
 
 "The Big Bosses insisted wages were too high. Children in * 
 the textile mills received 150 cents a week. Then "women 
 and children worked from 4:30 a. m. until dark, having 30 
 
 CON FOLBY, 
 Second Vice-President Journeymen Barbers 
 
 minutes for breakfast and 45 minutes for lunch," declared 
 Con Foley, Second Vice-President of the Journeymen Barbers 
 International Union, addressing the strikers. 
 
 'Why, in 1829 there were 75,000 workers iu prison for 
 owing money. Half of 'em did not owe $20. Women and men 
 were herded together, in barn-like rooms, without food or fuel. 
 
 "Then, as now, charities instead of trying to abolish the 
 vicious law. begged fodder and rags, helping maintain a sys- 
 tem that imprisoned for the trifling debt of a shilling 
 
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 "But organized labor fought it; as they fought property 
 qualifications to vote; as they fought the proposition that 
 to be governor of Massachusetts one must be a 'Christian, 
 worth $5,000.' 
 
 "Well, by 1837 labor had secured, according to Simons' 
 Class Struggle, page 45. 'everything of a democratic character 
 in our present social and political institutions. Yet historians, 
 preachers, politicians and business men ignore the fact and also 
 that to organize labor, more than any other cause, we owe 
 'abolition of imprisonment for debt, the mechanics' lien law, 
 freedom of association, improvement in prison adminstration, 
 direct election of presidential electors, and our free common 
 school system.' 
 
 "Neither the Declaration of Independence nor the Consti- 
 tution make any reference to education. So early unionists, 
 realizing the need of school system where one did not have to 
 qualify as a pauper, began the fight and in the world's first 
 labor paper founded 1828, in Philadelphia in issue of Au- 
 gust 12, 1829, answering the question, 'What do the workmen 
 expect?' replied: 'A general system of education on an inde- 
 pendent principle.' 
 
 "Then in New York, March 20, 1830, a workmen's meeting 
 resolved, 'that the public funds should be appropriated to the 
 purpose of education, upon a regular system, that shall insure 
 the opportunity to every individual of obtaining a competent 
 education before he arrives at the age of maturity.' 
 
 "And in Boston, 1833, the chairman of a workmen's con- 
 vention concluded: Above all, we demand 'an universal and 
 useful education.' 
 
 "Why, the Carpenters so forcefully demanded free public 
 schools that a member probably a damn Red was hung 
 by loyal 100 per centers. 
 
 "All respectables fought the idea of free schools and the 
 press then as now denounced all efforts of the common people 
 to better their condition. Why The Philadelphia National Ga- 
 zette, in 1830, said : 
 
 " 'Literature cannot be acquired without leisure, and wealth 
 /ivcs leisure. Universal opulence, or even competency, is a 
 chimera, as man and society are constituted. There will erer 
 be distinctions of conditions, of capacities, of knowledge and 
 ignorance, in spite of all the fond conceits which may be tried, 
 to the contrary. The peasant must labor during the hours 
 of the day, which his wealthy neighbor can give to the abstrac/, 
 culture of his mind; otherwise, the earth would not yield 
 enough for the subsistence of all.' 
 
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 "So," concluded Foley, "the next time someone tries to 
 tell you that 'unions haven't done anything but cause a lot of 
 strike trouble,' you tell 'em some of the things labor has done, 
 and if they want authority tell 'em to read Volume V, Docu- 
 mentary History of American Industrial Society, *by Prof. 
 Commons of the University of Wisconsin." 
 
 THE FIRST AND THE LAST 
 
 The Movie Operators the smallest active union was the 
 first to go on strike and last to return. The Trolley men 
 the largest organization the first to return. They had been 
 organized only a few months. Bob spoke to them four times, 
 explaining how Tom Mooney, a volunteer organizer of their 
 craft, had been framed-up by Martin Swanson, private detec- 
 tive for the United Railroads of San Francisco, whose plat- 
 form-men Mooney had organized. 
 
 After last appeal, Donohue made a motion that $500 be 
 donated to Mooney defense. This produced an uproarious 
 laugh from the officials. Final action was turned over to 
 executive board, who grudgingly sent check of $10. 
 
 "We're some live bunch," sneered Donahue, "donating less 
 than half a cent per- member to save a man's neck. The labor 
 movement of Kansas City helped us organize and we've used 
 this Labor Temple time and again, when we didn't have a 
 treasury, and now this union I blame the officials are such 
 tight-wadJJiey'll not even buy a Labor Temple bond ! If we 
 ever have a "strike a real battle there'll be about 100 men to 
 hold the charter of 724, but they'll be a damn sight more gen- 
 erous than the whole membership of 2300." . . . 
 
 SELLING HOME TO PEDDLE JOURNALS 
 
 Arriving early at a meeting, where Ruse, President of 
 Howe's Welfare Brotherhood the 'Hobo Union' was to 
 speak, Bob met W. J. Adames, editor and manager of the Rail- 
 way Carmen's Journal. 
 
 "The first lodge of Carmen," said Adames, answering 
 Bob's question, "was founded by W. H. Ronemus 7 men 
 present at Cedar Rapids, Iowa, 'Oct. 27, 1888. 
 
 "Within 14 months, lodges were organized at Topeka and 
 Wichita, Kansas, by a personal visit, and by correspondence 
 at Pueblo, Colorado, and Fairbury. Nebraska. 
 
 "Another organization Carmen's Mutual Aid Association 
 was founded by Sylvester Keliher at Minneapolis, Minne- 
 sota. Nov. 23, 1888. 
 
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 "Keliher organized lodges at St. Paul; La Crosse, Wis- 
 consin; Mason City, Iowa, and St. Joseph, Missouri. When 
 Ronemus tried to start a lodge in Kansas City, he learned 
 about Keliher and his association. 
 
 "Both* organizations founded to benefit car-workers 
 amalgamated at the first convention of Eailway Carmen, To- 
 peka, Kansas, Oct. 23, 1890. F. E..Geiger, Pueblo, named the 
 consolidation Brotherhood Railway Carmen of America. 
 
 "In three years, pur Brotherhood had almost 10,000 mem- 
 bers a national office, a stenographer, and two Grand Lodge 
 officers, receiving salaries. 
 
 "Then Grand Secretary-Treasurer Keliher deserted the 
 Brotherhood ship, becoming General Secretaiy-Treasurer of 
 the A. R. U. This and the panic of '95 and conditions that 
 followed caused our membership to fall to 300 by 1899. Then 
 F. L. Ronemus, Grand Secretary-Treasurer, sold his property 
 in Iowa and with the money began republishing the Journal 
 which had been suspended and in a few months the member- 
 ship had increased to 1,000. 
 
 "Since then our growth has been slow, but steady, and at 
 our convention last year (1917) the membership was 50,000."* 
 
 Further conversation was silenced by the chairman's gavel. 
 
 A side-trip took Bob to Wichita, where he met "Bill" Free- 
 man, President Kansas State Federation of Labor, who had 
 just organized the trolley -men. 
 
 "I. W. AV. organizers are not the only ones they run out of 
 town. Had a tip, indirectly, from a city commissioner that an 
 appeal for sanction had been made to run Vanderburg the 
 fellow that started the union and myself out of town. And," 
 continued Freeman, "this paytriotic proposal came from the 
 'Super,' but was probably hatched in the Chamber of Com- 
 merce. 
 
 "One night, with about 20 union members present, the raid- 
 ing party, 'led by an inspector and the auditor, stormed into 
 my room in the Bower Hotel. Seeing we outnumbered them, 
 their cowardly hearts failed, and then denunciations and ap- 
 peals followed, in an effort to get the men to throw the union 
 down. The auditor asserted, 'The men are getting as much as 
 hey are worth! My wages are lower than the lowest paid 
 platform man now !' 
 
 *At Toronto, Canada, B. R. C. of A. convention, Aug. 1921, 
 membership was 200,000 a 300 per cent increase in four years. 
 
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 "Not worth any more, I suppose! You're a white-collared 
 slave, can live on promises and scab cigars, but men must have 
 wages," said Freeman 
 
 A noon-hour talk to the shop-men at Hferington was made 
 by Bob, returning to Kansas City, where he received a tele- 
 gram, ordering him to the Ohio coal fields. . . . 
 
 Climbing a hill, in low gear, motor roaring, the car began 
 to back down. This greatly distressed Frank and Bob, for 
 the family purse contained 15 cents. 
 
 Bob gave his "note" for $1 to a German farmer, who towed 
 the car to some shade, w r here Bob hastily pulled the rear-end 
 and found the pinion-gear key sheared off. 
 
 Next morning -they were heartily welcomed by E. T. 
 Behrens, editor Railway Federationist official paper Rail- 
 way Employees' Department of the A. F. of L. and Ed. 
 Mullaley, Secretary Sedalia Federation of Labor. 
 
 "Anything I can do for you just ask it," invited Mullaley. 
 
 Later Mullaley showed he was good as his word, loaning 
 the Mooney Agitators $2 so they might eat breakfast. 
 
 As Bob stepped out of the Labor Temple, where he had 
 spoken to the Machinists, two plainclothesmen commanded 
 him : 
 
 "Drive to the station ; the Chief wants to see you." 
 
 CONVERTING THE CHIEF 
 
 "What was in the black case you delivered to the Sneiderhof 
 Hotel, as you were leaving Kansas City?" was the Chief's first 
 question. . 
 
 "Esperanto text-books," was the instant reply. 
 
 "What's Esperanto?" the Chief demanded. 
 
 "It's an international language, scientifically arranged by 
 Dr. Zamenhof f , and has been used for 35 years," answered Bob. 
 
 "Keep on," ordered the Chief. "Who uses it?" 
 
 "Freemasons and Catholics, Christians and Bahaists, So- 
 cialists and anti-Alcoholists, international associations of Doc- 
 tors, Lawyers. Writers, Tourists, Spiritualists, Theosophists, 
 Vegetarians, Railway Workers, Postal Workers and the Inter- 
 national Organization of Police send out descriptive matter 
 of wanted criminals in Esperanto, thereby saving time and 
 money from translation and publication into other languages. 
 
 "Esperantos in Germany, France, Italy and England are 
 setting forth their war reasons in Esperanto, and the only non- 
 Soviet meeting permitted in Petrograd is the weekly meeting 
 of the Esperanto Club " 
 
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 "Not so fast," interrupted the Chief, his pen scratching. 
 "What does it sound like? Where do you get the words?" 
 
 "Police," replied Bob, "is Esperanto for police; Polic-an-o 
 is Esperanto for policeman; polic-ej-o is Esperanto for police- 
 station; polic-vagorio is Esperanto for 'hurry-up wagon;' chef- 
 polic-an-o is Esperanto for chief of police.' 
 
 "Many languages use the same words, with slight changes. 
 These words are all in Esperanto, numbering several hundred, 
 and have Latin, Slavic, Aryan and Sandscript origin " 
 
 "Do you correspond with German Esperantists?" suspi- 
 ciously asked the Chief. 
 
 "Sure and Esperantists in 35 other countries " 
 
 ENTERS RUBBER-TIRED GOGGLES 
 
 "Well, we got you," menacingly bragged the Department of 
 Justice, as it swaggered into a chair, snaky eyes peering thru 
 rubber-tired goggles. 
 
 The uncouth position it assumed sitting on its neck, its 
 feet parked on the desk-top, hand intimatingly in a gun-pocket, 
 and the frequent squirting at a spittoon recalled to Bob the 
 lines from "Cataline's Defiance to the Roman Senators" : 
 "Vipers that have wound their loathsome track, 
 To this huge moldering monument of Rome, 
 Hang hissing at the nobler man below." 
 
 "Blackstone," piped Goggles, "I know all about you pro- 
 Germans, Socialists, An-ARK-ists, I Double W's, and Brush- 
 shiskis " 
 
 "Sounds like it," was Bob's interruption. 
 
 "So don't lie," Goggles chattered on. "What kind of pro- 
 German propaganda is the Mooney case?" 
 
 ''Mooney and Billings, who helped called a strike; 
 stopped the cars; got the jitney-bus drivers to back the strik- 
 ers with a $700 a day assessment are the victims of Indus- 
 trial Kaiser bosses. The Department of Justice in San Fran- 
 cisco investigated, but would not arrest Mooney no evidence ! 
 It was up to Fickert, a crooked District Attorney, to "frame" 
 witnesses, ably assisted by some corrupt police officials, who, 
 raking the slimy slums of Barbary Coast, found a sodomist, a 
 dope fiend scab waiter, a rich- (less) cattleman, who suborned 
 pur jury, and a bleary-eyed prostitute all easily brow -beaten 
 by the bull-dozing police!" 
 
 "That's what you say," piped Goggles. 
 
 "No," thundered Bob, "here's the proof," handing around 
 the Mooney booklet. "I sell 'em for a dime, to pay expenses, 
 but will contribute these for the education of the Depart- 
 ment" 66
 
 "Blackstone, do you carry a gun?" questioned he of the 
 goggles. "You got the belt 
 
 "No! Gun-toters are either damn fools, or criminals!" 
 
 "Say, Blackstone, was you present at Rose Pastor Stokes' 
 trial, in Kansas City?" 
 
 "Certainly!" 
 
 "You made shorthand notes, didn't you?" 
 
 "You bet your life, and when you had finished your mum- 
 blings in the witness chair, you came and sat back of me Mr. 
 Dillmgham." 
 
 "You know me?" 
 
 Mooney (left) and Billing's, serving life in Caiforlnia, prisons for crime 
 they never committed. 
 
 "Yes, and you know me, and know that for six months IVe 
 talked Mooney to every union i n the Kansas Cities this inves- 
 tigation is all bunk!" 
 
 A knock at the door, a gruff "Come in," and Editor Behr- 
 ens entered, grim-faced. 
 
 "How's the wife and boy? Have been so busy trying to 
 convince the United States Government I am not the Kaiser, 
 had temporarily forgotten them " 
 
 "Department of- Justice?" began Behrens, ignoring Bobs 
 question ; "if it was, Blackstone would have been arrested dur- 
 
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 ing the day, then bail any amount would be available. Such 
 deeds as these are always performed when honest men are in 
 bed," and Behrens' withering look fetched Dillingham to his 
 feet, piping: 
 
 "If you'll promise not to make a get-away and show up here 
 in the morning at 10 a. m., I'll I'll let you go " 
 
 "My tent is pitched in Vineyards vacant lot, and I have 
 from three to five talks to make a day for a week; so don't 
 worry, I'll be here when you're gone good-night!" 
 
 "Wish I had a statement from you, showing result of this 
 investigation," said Bob, when Chief told him he was free to 
 go; that Dillingham had returned to Kansas City probably 
 to follow other leads "discovered" by the Star, whose editor 
 had been made a citizen by a federal judge in violation of 
 President Wilson's proclamation "that no more Germans 
 should be naturalized." 
 
 "Glad to have made your acquaintance," said Behrens, as 
 Bob stepped in to say good-bye, "but it makes me boil to think 
 you were investigated by one who is supposed to ferret out 
 conspirators against our government. In truth, he couldn't 
 trace a limburger in a perfume factory. It's to Chief Marks- 
 bury's credit this investigation was not self-imposed. He's 
 an old-time organizer for the B. R. C. of A. " 
 
 "Listen," commanded Bob, reading : 
 
 "This is to certify, that Mr. Blackstone has visited my 
 <of fice several times in the last few days. I have examined his 
 literature and found nothing anyone could object to, nor have 
 I any fault to find with him while he was in our city ; in fact, 
 his visits to my office have been a pleasure, as he has been 
 very gentlemanly and his conversation very entertaining. 
 Respectfully, 
 
 J. B. Marksbury, Chief of Police." 
 
 MEETING A LABOR CHAMPION 
 
 .\t Jefferson City, capital of Missouri, Bob spoke to the 
 State Convention of the Locomotive Firemen and Enginemen, 
 and met the founder, Joshua A. Leach, endearingly called 
 "Pap" by "his boys," who Dec. 1, 1873, with ten other firemen 
 of the old Erie Road, organized the Brotherhood at Port 
 Jervis, New York. 
 
 A snap-~hot of "Pap" Leach and Mrs. Killian one of the 
 12 delegates to organize the Ladies' Auxiliary to the Brother- 
 
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 hood, in Cincinnati, Ohio, Sept. 15, 1892 was made by Bob, 
 after her animated appeal to the delegates for financial sup- 
 port in behalf of Mooney Defense. 
 
 Before leaving the city and during lunch with Mrs. Tucker, 
 wife of a delegate Frank told her how they had visited the 
 State's Prison, and on asking to see Emma Goldman, who 
 had done much in the early publicity work for the Mooney 
 Defense, the well-fed prison official exclaimed, "She's a very 
 dangerous person!" But Bob's request to see the Lewis boys, 
 doing life for an alleged vicious murder, was readily granted. 
 
 OUT OF GAS 
 
 "Would you fellows like to hear a talk on the Mooney 
 Case?" asked Bob, as he put on the brakes near a gang of men, 
 camped close to a freshly graded road. 
 
 "Yes if the Captain will stand for it," replied a likable 
 young fellow, stepping forward with proffered palm. "I'm 
 one of four union teamsters doing four years, for working 
 over a scab." 
 
 When Bob had finished, he presented each of the 32 con- 
 victs a copy of Mooney booklet. 
 
 Camp was made near by and the next morning Frank was 
 relieved of breakfast duties by , the kindness of "the boys" 
 sharing their prison fare rank coffee and leaden biscuits 
 
 Spitting and popping, the motor died the following morn- 
 ing, four miles from St. Louis. 
 
 "That means," explained Bob, "We're out of gas " 
 
 "Good-bye breakfast and lunch, too if we have to spend 
 our last 60 cents for gas," said Frank. 
 
 "Keep your change, kid ! I'll be back in a few minutes 
 with gas!" 
 
 "Dern th' thing ! I've wound it f er two days and it won't 
 go yet," said the farmer, as Bob hove in sight. "And all I 
 did was to clean my carburetor " 
 
 "Will you give me a quart of gas if I start it?" askedvBob, 
 as he swung under the car. 
 
 "Yes, neighbor two of 'em." 
 
 "Wind 'er up, boss," commanded Bob, slapping the dust 
 off his clothes. 
 
 "Whadydcha do to it?" the amazed farmer demanded, as 
 Bob idled the motor. 
 
 "Turned on the gas!" 
 
 "Well, I'll be dinged. Sure I shut it off to clean the car- 
 buretor and forgot '- 
 
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 FIRE FIGHTERS AND RIOT 
 
 "Dime left," announced Bob, as they left the restaurant. 
 "We'll go to Labor Hall and get acquainted." . . . 
 
 Bob gave the fellow leaning on the stair-post the "high- 
 ball," as he spied his Teamsters' button, and asked : 
 
 "Any meetings?" extending dues-book and credentials. 
 
 "Yes, Fire Fighters taking a strike vote," was the answer, 
 "and the President is a friend of mine. Hey!" he broke off, 
 "guard, tell your President the Teamsters' Business Agent 
 wants to see him right away." 
 
 When the Teamster explained Bob's mission, the President 
 demanded : 
 
 "Can you stop in five minutes?" 
 
 "Absolutely!" answered Bob. . . . 
 
 "Count it Fire Fighters' strike meeting big crowd, sold 
 all m' books big collection for Mooney, Secretary'll send it 
 off," panted Bob, as he dropped the capful of nickels and 
 dimes into Frank's lap. 
 
 "M-m-my w-w-wife'll letcha have a room," stammered Mo- 
 riarity, one of the "Fire Boys," riding the running-boards 
 from the strike meeting, St. Louis, Mo., to their station, East 
 St. Louis, 111. 
 
 "And there's room in the station for your car," said an- 
 other. "And Moriarity, show 'em McVey's they can't get 
 better eats anywhere " 
 
 "Here's where they cut the head off that nigger with a 
 butcher-knife, during the race riot last July," said another, 
 as the car shot down the incline of the free bridge over the 
 Mississippi into East St. Louis "they threw the head off 
 one side and the body off the other!" 
 
 "What started the race riot?" Bob asked. 
 
 "Th' papers said 'joy riders' drivin' thru Market Street 
 open-fired on some niggers, thinkin' it's more joy-riders, killed 
 two detectives 
 
 "Then the Whites 'cleaned up' on the Blacks. They laid 
 around the streets like dead hogs. Everybody helped chil- 
 dren, women and' bankers' sons. Yu kno' Swift, Morris and 
 Armour imported a lot of Southern niggers t' break th' 
 strike " 
 
 "And they broke it, too," declared another Fire Fighter. 
 "And if they have another strike and use niggers as scabs 
 and strike-breakers, there'll be somebody besides niggers gettin' 
 lynched ; at least that's what lots says " 
 
 "I hope to Gawd," another interrupted, "they don't have 
 
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 any more race riots while I'm on the Fire Department. Yu 
 kno' they damn near worked us fellers to death. After ten 
 blocks of the niggers' houses was burnt down, the fire spread 
 to the Southern Eailroad Freight-house, Hills-Thomas Lime 
 and Cement Company plant and th' Broadway Opera House- 
 a lot of niggers hid in the basement, burnt up, too and it 
 took us two nights and a day, savin' other property one of 
 'em J. C. Grant Chemical Company, contained 1000 gallons 
 of gasoline and other explosives " 
 
 "You'll have more race riots, don't worry," asserted an- 
 other Fire Laddie. "I feel the same as District Attorney 
 Karch. 'as long as the heads of these big plants break strikes 
 by importing Negro strike-breakers, so long can they expect 
 to have race riots. This si no defense for the rioters; there is 
 no defense for them. It is a fact, when a man's family is 
 hungry his sense of justice doesn't operate very accurately " 
 
 "Yu tell 'em, Edjewkashion," cut in the Fireman who 
 started the riot story. "You're jest out'er school " 
 
 "Shut up and I will," "Edjewkashion" retorted. 
 
 "The Chamber of Commerce bringing these Negro strike- 
 breakers in are the real rioters. They know what will happen 
 and that real estate will make a lot of dough. Every time 
 the mob 'got a nigger' and then 'got another,' real estate profits 
 increased. Talk about your Ludlow massacre and German 
 atrocities, we had 'em all, right here " 
 
 "Aw, hell !" began a disgusted voice, "yu make me sick, allus 
 talkin' about " 
 
 "Here we are," another voice cut in. "Come in and get 
 acquainted with the bunch, then Moriarity'll take you to his 
 home." 
 
 SHOOTIN' IT UP 
 
 In the office of the Secretary of the Central Body, Terre 
 Haute, Indiana, Bob became acquainted with an anti-Prohibi- 
 tion Committee from the Tri-Cities Davenport, Iowa, Rock 
 Island and Moline, Illinois. 
 
 Discussing various slants of the Trade Union Movement, 
 the commftteeman from Davenport declared: 
 
 "The A. R. U. idea is the only form of organization " 
 
 "That's what you're always saying, 'Dave,' " censured the 
 committeeman from Rock Island. "But it blew up, didn't it?' 
 
 "Xo. 'Rocky,' it was shot up by the Federal troops Presi- 
 dent Cleveland sent to Chicago, over the protest of Governor 
 Altgeld of Illinois, after United States marshals h:ul created a 
 reign of terror by their sral>l>intr and their violence. 
 
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 "Today, however, more diplomacy is used. 'State Cossacks,' 
 supposed to maintain law and order, protect company gunmen, 
 who murder, roast alive, rape, bull-pen and deport strikers and 
 their families. 
 
 "Of course, the strikers were accused of violence and inter- 
 fering with mail but the railway workers did not have a 
 contract with the government to carry mail, therefore they 
 could not violate one. But the public (?) believes what the 
 press tells 'em, and so were relieved when the officials of the 
 A. R. U. were restrained by injunction from 'doing what they 
 never intended to do and did not do, and then jailed 'em six 
 months for not doing it!" 
 
 "They were under the jurisdiction of the court for 18 
 months, which was a pretext to prevent reorganization of the 
 A. E. U., and were indicted for conspiracy, treason and mur- 
 der; but after 9.000 telegrams were introduced 150 of them 
 personally signed by the General President and read to the 
 jury, counseling the men against violence, and attorneys for 
 the defendants showed that the President of the A. R. U. quit 
 a $4,000 a year job, as Secretary of the Locomotive Firemen, 
 to become organizer of the A. R. U., at a salary of $900 per 
 year, and when it was also learned by the prosecution that the 
 defendants' counsel had the secret proceedings of the Railroad 
 General Managers' Association, and that they also 'had a num- 
 ber of witnesses who would testify as to who had committed 
 the crimes charged to the strikers,' the trial was suddenly 
 ended, on the weak plea of a sick juror, and so far as the 
 records show the juror is still sick, for the case ended by 
 evasion of the prosecution. 
 
 SAUCE FOR GANDERS AND SASS FOR "GOOSES" 
 
 "Since then, persuasion is a crime and union labor was 
 given notice that they could not use it. 
 
 "Yet a lot of knockers condemn 'a unification of all rail- 
 road employees, for their mutual benefit and protection,' but 
 the railroads' General Managers' Association, organized April 
 20, 1886, composing 24 roads radiating from Chicago, repre- 
 senting a combined capital of over two billions acted as a 
 unit in resisting increase in wages, as well as to regulate them 
 thruout the country, hire strike-breakers, apportioning the ex- 
 pense among the several members. 
 
 "The A. K. U. strike was the most suggestive in the history 
 of the world and knockers wouldn't get far if the average 
 worker really knew any of the details. When the 3100 Pull- 
 man Wheel-Saloon makers went on strike, they owed Pullman 
 
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 for rent alone $70,000. Their two-months' vacation cost them, 
 in wages, $350,000. While the wage-loss to the 100,000 A. R. U. 
 strikers was $1,400,000. The deputy marshal scabs and scab- 
 herders, used to protect trains, carrying one mail-pouch, cost 
 the General Managers $685,308, while the lost earnings of the 
 24 roads was estimated at $5,000,000 
 
 "Tell me, 'Dave,' " ordered "Rocky," "What is an injunc- 
 tion?" 
 
 "Judicial despotism, according to Judge Lyman Trumbnll. 
 He ought to know being on the State Supreme Bench of Illi- 
 nois and 16 years in the United States Senate and still a poor 
 man ! 'It has the force of a law, yet is not a law simply the 
 whim of a Federal Judge, wh*o can issue it, serve it upon his 
 intended victim who is arrested and brot into the presence of 
 the injunction-serving Judge, who, constituting judge, court 
 and jury, sends his victim to jail and the victim has no right 
 of appeal!' 
 
 "The precedent was established in the A. R. U. strike, and 
 Gov. Altgeld rightly said: 'Any Federal Judge can now en- 
 join any person from anything and then put him in jail!' 
 
 "But Judge Trumbull makes it stronger, saying : 
 
 " 'Any Federal Judge can imprison any citizen at his will.' " 
 
 "What the devil does A. R. U. mean ?" demanded Bob. 
 
 "American Railway Union. It was organized by " 
 
 " 'Dave.' " cut in "Rocky," "is it true that he's paying off 
 a $40,000 debt, incurred during the strike, for which he is not 
 legally responsible?" 
 
 "Yes, it is," rapped "Dave," and then addressing Bob,"Don't 
 you know the organizer of the A. R. U. ?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Well, I'll make you acquainted with him." 
 
 The Mooney car stopped at "Dave's" command before a 
 large house, on the porch of which a bald-headed man, reading, 
 glanced up when "Dave" called, "Hello, Comrade!" 
 
 The man on the porch moved spryly down the steps, with 
 extended hand and a frank smiling face, that commanded in- 
 stant confidence. 
 
 "Comrade Debs, meet Brother Blackstone a Mooney Agi- 
 tator, traveling by car." .. 
 
 "CHICKEN AND CAKE" 
 
 As the drizzle stopped and the sun popped out thru a weak 
 place in the clouds, the Mooney car, clipping along a fill, 
 passed a stalled Ford. 
 
 "Need any help?" yelled Bob. 
 
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 "Yes," came the answer from several throats. 
 
 After cleaning timer, spark-plugs, vibrator-points and the 
 locating of three "shorts," Bob had the old Flivver "that 
 hadn't caused any trouble for two years" talking. As he 
 pocketed his charge $1.50 the owner, realizing he could com- 
 plete his trip and bid "the boys" who were leaving for France, 
 good-bye, appreciatingly insisted Frank and Bob eat lunch 
 with them. 
 
 "We got 10 roast chickens and 15 cakes and all the things 
 between," beamed the old fellow, his eyes lovingly on the "talk- 
 ing" Ford. 
 
 THE RUSTY CARD 
 
 "Any you boys got a chauffeurs' card?" inquired Bob of a 
 group of taxi-drivers, on arrival Indianapolis, Indiana. 
 
 The embarrassed silence was broken by a pleasing chap : 
 
 "Crip that's the guy 'cross the street, there he's got a 
 card." 
 
 "You're the first son of a that's ever asked me for a 
 
 card!" exclaimed the cripple, impulsively grasping Bob's 
 hand. "And in this burg there's six International Unions 
 Printers, Barbers, Carpenters, Miners, Bricklayers and Team- 
 sters that's all I can think of right now. In the winter, when 
 patrons want doors opened I can't do that, owin' to my leg 
 they let me work in the office, answering the 'phone, and of 
 all the calls I've received from Internationals for a taxi, not 
 one ever asked for a union driver ! Is it any wonder they say 
 Indianapolis is the scabbiest town in the country !" 
 
 "Thanks for the information, but what I really want," ex- 
 plained Bob, "is for you to steer me to the Labor Hall, and 
 then a room, where I can park my car in the yard." 
 
 EVEN BEFORE CHRIST 
 
 Leaving for Dayton, Ohio, Bob had a credential endorsing 
 the Mooney fight signed by the International President of 
 the United Mine Workers of America, Frank J. Hays and a 
 sign. "MOONEY FRAME UP TALKS," painted on the car 
 by E. E. Davidson, and stomachs filled at the M 's. 
 
 During lunch Mrs. M asked: "Did you visit Emma 
 Goldman when in Jefferson City?" 
 
 "No," began Frank, "she's a dangerous 
 
 "Anarchist/' interrupted Mrs. M . "I'll bet the warden 
 told you that, and yet her philosophy is a new social order, 
 based on liberty, unrestricted by man-made law and all forms 
 
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 of coercive government and evasive authority which rest on 
 violence and are therefore wrong and harmful, as well as un- 
 necessary " 
 
 '"How do Anarchists propose to run society without a gov- 
 ernment?" Frank demanded. 
 
 "By free agreements, made between various groups, to 
 carry on production and consumption, to satisfy humanity's 
 many needs. 
 
 "Voluntary associations of church-men, farmers, profes- 
 sional men and labor unions, now covering all fields of human 
 activity, under Anarchy would take on a greater field, substi- 
 tuting themselves for the state and the government, represent- 
 ing a net-work, composed of federations of all sizes and de- 
 grees, local county, state, national, and international tem- 
 porary and permanent for all possible purposes production 
 and exchange, communications, sanitations, education, mutual 
 protection and defense of the territory. 
 
 "And," broke off Mrs. M , "that's Prince Kropotkin's defi- 
 nition, boiled down. 
 
 "The Anarchist philosophy isn't a new fad, for the founder 
 of Stoic Philosophy, Zeno from Crete, 300 years before Christ, 
 opposed Plato's Republic Utopia repudiating the all-power- 
 fulness of the state. He proclaimed the rule of individual 
 moral law, remarking that the instinct of self-preservation 
 leads man to self-praise, but nature provided man with another 
 instinct sociability. 
 
 "When sociable, free men follow their natural instincts, 
 there'll be no need of law-courts, or police, or temples of public 
 worship no use for money gifts taking the place of ex- 
 changes. 
 
 NATURE'S LAWS 
 
 "Goodwin, in Inquiries Concerning Political Justice, 1793, 
 formulated the political and economic conceptions of Anar- 
 chism, tho never using the name, and then backslid. 'L;i\v</ 
 he wrote, 'are not a product of our ancestors' wisdom, but of 
 their passions, timidities, jealousies, and ambitions. Their 
 remedies are worse, than the evils they pretend to cure. If 
 all laws and courts were abolished and judging left to sensible 
 men, real justice would gradually be evolved. Society can per- 
 fectly exist, without government.' 
 
 -The liberty of man, says Bakunin in Dieu et TEtnt. con- 
 sists solely in this, that he' obeys the laws of nature, because 
 he has himself recognized them as such, not because they have 
 been forced upon him. 
 
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 "The problem of freedom will be solved when nature's laws 
 are ascertained by scientists and knowledge of them univer- 
 sally spread among the masses. 
 
 ''Every man will obey nature's laws, for they are the laws 
 of his o\vn nature and the need for political organization, ad- 
 ministration and legislation will at once disappear. 
 
 "The privileged man, whether he be privileged politically 
 or economically, is a man depraved in intellect and heart. In 
 a word, we object to all legislation, all authority, all influence, 
 privileged, patent, official and legal, even when it has pro- 
 ceeded from universal suffrage, convinced that it must turn 
 to the profit of a dominating and exploiting minority against 
 the interests of an enslaved majority. 
 
 "Leo Tolstoi took the Anarchist position, regarding state 
 and property rights, getting his conclusions from the teach- 
 ings of Christ. In The Kingdom of God in Yourselves he 
 criticizes the Church, the State and Law ; especially property 
 laws, describing the state as dominated by the wicked and 
 supported by the brutal. Robbers are far less dangerous he 
 says than a well organized government, and from the teach- 
 ings of Christ he deduces the rule of non-resistance and the 
 absolute condemnation of all wars " 
 
 "I thot," Frank interrupted, "Anarchists believed in vio- 
 lence." 
 
 "Not any more so than the Republican Party, during the 
 American Civil War, or the Democratic Party during the 
 present War! 
 
 "Men and women, believing in Anarchism or Socialism 
 if arrested for crime, the reptilian press, proclaim to the world 
 that an Anarchist or Socialist did so and so. But of the 150 
 murders committed every year in Chicago, it is safe to say 
 that 145 are committed by democrats or republicans but no 
 party is responsible for the individual acts of its members. 
 
 "Xihilism meaning nothing resorts to terrorism and as- 
 sassination " 
 
 "Sorry we must go," spoke up Bob, "but I'm to speak to 
 the Munition Workers, in Dayton, Ohio tonight." 
 
 "YOU'RE A SCAB" 
 
 Jokingly said a boomer machinist of Lodge 225, 1. A. of M., 
 after 10,000 Munition Workers had wired their Mooney reso- 
 lution to President Wilson w-hen he learned Bob was an auto 
 mechanic, repairing akng the road, almost daily, and carry- 
 ing a card in the International Brotherhood of Teamsters 
 as a chaffeur instead of a mechanic's card in the International 
 Association of Machinists. 
 
 7C
 
 After Bob had spoken at three union meetings, Springfield, 
 Ohio, the custodian said: "Bring in your bedding and sleep 
 in the small hall ; it's to late to pitch tent " 
 
 Thanks," accepted Bob, "that's a use Labor Halls can be 
 put to of which I hadn't thot." 
 
 Entering Columbus, Frank and Bob decided they'd have a 
 real honest-to-God lunch and were directed to Sauer's restaur- 
 ant, opposite the State Capitol. 
 
 That night, Charles Lake, President, Central Labor Union, 
 Zanesville, Ohio, helped Bob get the floor at a few local meet- 
 ings and Mark Platnick, a pneumatic-tire maker, told him he 
 had organized a Co-operative Tire Company and the Chamber 
 of Commerce had agreed to give so much financial support, if 
 they'd build a factory in Zanesville, but when he insisted on 
 union workers they repudiated their agreement. 
 
 Returning to car, Fralnk was taking to Gary Norris, violin- 
 maker, who had introduced himself, on seeing the sign: 
 MOONEY FRAME-UP TALKS. The Mooney Agitators 
 gladly accepted the invitation to camp on his place. 
 
 Violating the adage, "Hasten slowly," Bob, attempting to 
 pass another car, snapped an axle drive-shaft, in a grass-cov- 
 ered ditch, w r hich delayed them two days, making repairs and 
 took all the spare "dough" in the family purse for parts and 
 good eats with Farmer Galligher. 
 
 President Roy of sub-District 4, U. M. W. of A., advised 
 Bob on arrival in Bridgeport, to see Hilton, editor The Wheel- 
 ing Majority. 
 
 Intending to speak to unions in the surrounding towns, Bob 
 secured "camping accommodations" with Mrs. Strosneider, on 
 Wheeling Island, in the Ohio River, between Bridgeport and 
 Wheeling. West Virginia. 
 
 From the first suspension bridge (still collecting toll) built 
 in the United States, connecting The Island with Wheeling, 
 the Mooney Agitators saw a "wind jammer" labeled : "Visit 
 me, was once an 
 
 "OCEAN HELL." 
 
 On board, Bob picked (on hunch) a young speeler. 
 
 "The British Convict Ship Success'' the speeler's perf 
 speaking voice silenced all tongues, "was built in 1790, 
 from Burmese teak a wood without equal for resisting 
 decay at Moulmein, India, and is the only survivor of Eng- 
 land's Fam-ous Felon Fleet, or Ocectn Setts 
 
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 "She's 135 feet long, with 29-foot beam, solid sides, 30 
 inches thick at bilge; her keelson is solid teak, of tremendous 
 thickness, with sister keelsons a little less massive. Her square 
 cut stern, quarter galleries and bluff bow, proclaim her anti- 
 quity and that she wasn't built for speed. 
 
 "This the oldest ship afloat had an honored career, as 
 an India merchantman, protected by bristling brass guns, de^ 
 livering spices, aromatic teas, ivories, jewels and other luxuries 
 to ports of the Seven Seas, until 1802, when she was chartered 
 by the British Government to transport the overflow of home 
 jails to the penal colony of Australia. At that time there were 
 145 offenses for which the penalty was death ! And for the 
 theft of a twopenny pork pie, or a square of bleached linen 
 seven years the lightest sentence handed a transported vic- 
 tim. Truly the laws of England then were a black disgrace to 
 civilization. 
 
 "The Prison Ship Success as commodore, or principal 
 devil-ship of the Felon-fleet has been described in detail by 
 Clark Russell, in his novel The Convict Ship, and today is 
 unchanged nothing omitted but her human freight 
 
 "Dr. White, Colonial Surgeon on the maiden-ship of the 
 Success (1802) reported: 'Of 939 males sent out by the last 
 ships Success, Scarborough and Neptune, 251 died on board 
 and 50 have died since landing. The number of sick this day 
 is 450 and many reckoned not sick, have barely strength to at- 
 tend themselves.' 
 
 "In this same report," the speeler continued, w Dr. White 
 said : 'Most of the convicts made the full voyage often lasting 
 nine months heavily ironed. Many on arrival were found 
 dead in irons among the living and others were lying half, 
 others quite naked, without bed or bedding, unable to turn or 
 help themselves. The smell was so offensive, one could hardly 
 stand it' remember dear folks," the speeler broke off, "the 
 cells of our prisons today are not equipt with flushing toilets 
 'Some of these unhappy people died before they could be 
 taken ashore. Their dead bodies, thrown into the harbor, were 
 cast by the waves, naked and mangled, upon the rocky shore/ 
 
 "In 1851 the Success was taken off the hideous trade and 
 made a receiving prison in Hobson's Bay, Australia, where 
 in 1857, disclosures of brutal treatment to prisoners, almost 
 caused a revolt against the British Government. 
 
 "A Select Committee of Australian Members of Parliament 
 inquired into the convict-ships' conditions and Mr. Blair of 
 the committee, moved that humanity and justice demand that 
 the hulks be abolished forever and they were. 
 
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 "In 1885 this old ship was scuttled and sunk in the pic- 
 turesque waters of Fort Jackson, Sydney Harbor, remaining 
 there for five years. At great expense was salvaged and ex- 
 hibited in the Australasian Colonies and twice circumnavigated 
 Great Britain and Ireland, entertaining 15 million visitors, in- 
 cluding the then King Edward of England, others of the 
 Royal family and the German Emperor. 
 
 "In 1912, Captain D. H. Smith, the owner, hoisted sail, took 
 her out of Glasson Dtock, near the port of Liverpool, same day 
 the ill-fated Titanic left Southampton. And after 96 days 
 battling Spring hurricanes of the Atlantic, her staunch old 
 hull, defying the mountainous sea, her gallant crew of adven- 
 turous souls worn out and half-starved, made Boston Harbor 
 and here we are in the Ohio River, Wheeling, West. Va. " 
 smiled the speeler pleasantly, breaking the gripping situation 
 he had created. 
 
 CHRISTIAN CIVILIZATION (?) 
 
 "All convicts," the speeler explained, standing among the 
 torture instruments, "were branded with a red-hot broad-arrow 
 branding -iron on the palms everything connected with Eng- 
 lish prisons are marked with a broad-arrow 
 
 "These are leg-irons, weighing as much as 56 pounds 
 White's Convict Life in New South Wales, compiled from 
 Government records, says: 'Leg-irons were not removed when 
 they went to the hospital and not always, when they went to 
 their graves' 
 
 "Here's an Iron Straight Jacket, invented by the fiendish 
 Captain. John Price, who was killed by Success convicts 
 
 "The convicts' wrists and ankles were chained to this Flog- 
 ging Frame, then flogged with this Cat-o^nine tatts, which is 
 made of raw-hide, bound with brass wire and tipped with pel- 
 lets of lead. An experienced flogger has killed many a con- 
 vict with 24 lashes 12 from each hand. Then in this Com- 
 pulsory Bath, the flogged convicts had their bruised backs 
 bathed in salt water 'coffin bath' the prisoners named it, 
 after a number had been drowned 
 
 "This wheel was used to raise and lower an 'elevator' or 
 cage, over the fore-hatchway, in which heavily ironed convict, 
 being unable to climb ladders, were brought from lower decks 
 for their one hours' fresh air and exercise out of the '24. 
 
 "This is called the middle deck and three convicts occupied 
 each cell, except when large numbers carried, then six men to 
 a cell'' 
 
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 "Six men in that pill-box?" questioned a rotund individual. 
 "I don't believe it " 
 
 "Records on board prove it," vaunted the speeler. 
 
 "You'll think that pill-box 's some size, after you see the 
 30-inch, tapering torture-chambers in the hull, where the con- 
 victs' arm was put thru a ring and then handcuffed to his 
 other wrist so's he couldn't stand up or sit down and these 
 holes are fitted with doors as tight as valves, that swish each 
 time they're closed! 
 
 "These wax-figures, represent James and George Lovelace" 
 the speeler's voice took on a pathetic caressing tone "two 
 of the Six Men of Dorset the first labor martyrs of the 19th 
 century. The other four being James Hammett, Thomas Stan- 
 field, James Brine and a fluent speaker, named Clarke. 
 
 "These men were farm laborers, receiving $1.71 a week and 
 had to exist on barley bannocks and turnips, on Sunday a slice 
 of fat bacon was added. 
 
 "The Six Men of Dorset became members of the Grand 
 National Consolidated Trades Union, formed 1834, to embrace 
 members, not of one, but several trades. This form of combina- 
 tion, spread alarm among employers as in a few months, it 
 had half a million members. Its active existence was shortened 
 by the conviction of these six Dorchester farm laborers, who 
 were the committee that tried to get a wage increase of 24 1-3 
 cents a week, but the farmers denounced them and reduced 
 their wages to $1.46 a week, telling the committee, that if any 
 more complaints were made, they would be arrested for con- 
 spiracy ! A proclamation was issued, threatening seven years' 
 transportation for punishment to those who joined. 
 
 "The Six Men of Dwset called a meeting, to consider the 
 situation. They were arrested and July, 1834, convicted of con- 
 spiracy and sentenced to 'seven years transportation across the 
 high seas, to Her Majesty's penal settlement, Australia/ These 
 martyrs were carried out in this ship and after serving three 
 years in the chain gangs, the British Government yielded to 
 the agitation thruout England, in their favor and pardoned 
 them, but. says Rogers in Six Centuries of Work and Wages, 
 page 10: 
 
 "The Sydney government concealed their pardon from 
 them. This was considerately done for vested interests, to 
 whom they had been sold at $5 a head." 
 
 On deck, after the crowd had gone ashore, Bob addressed 
 the speeler: 
 
 "You're an Agitator," he hesitated "it's all right," ex- 
 plained Bob, "I'm speaking for the Mooney Defense." 
 
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 "Yes, you're right," he admitted shaking hands. "My name's 
 Grober, from Covington. Kentucky. I'm keeping in practice 
 during these 'dark ages.' 
 
 "We've got to be careful, for many consider this," indicating 
 the Success "pro-German." 
 
 "THE "CONTRAST 
 
 In Wheeling, on a Sunday morning, at the club rooms 
 where the unions of Theatrical Stage Employees and Movie 
 Operators met, Bob became acquainted with John W. Slayton, 
 of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, author and promoter of "The 
 Contrast" a labor movie, who as president of The Contrast 
 Photo-play Company, was interesting local unions: 
 
 John W. Slnyton, Author "The Contract 1 ' 
 
 "Fifty million people see the movies in 20,000 theaters in 
 the UWed States every week." declared Slatton. "Many of 
 these are unonists or their friends, who seldom see any honest 
 reference to organized labor yet: 
 
 "All your temples, ships and wares 
 Your railways, commerce and your art 
 I (labor) build and carry on. 
 
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 "And that isn't all, the worst is coming and yet to come, 
 the op< n-xhojfjH'i's are putting out propaganda pictures against 
 trade unionism 
 
 "Every unionist who reads a labor paper knows that thru 
 labor papers only can he get the truth. Bosses don't publish 
 labor papers! So neither will the great film companies make 
 pro-labor pictures. Therefore, if 'labor must produce labor 
 papers, for labor's benefit, it follows that labor must produce 
 labor pictures and support them. 
 
 "The Contrast is owned by 700 individual unionists, 310 
 local unions, ten Central Bodies and District Councils and 
 three state Federations of Labor Ohio, West Virginia and 
 Pennsylvania. 
 
 "Our union stock-holders will compel local theaters to bill 
 our pictures " 
 
 "Like hell they will," cut in a boomer movie operator. "I 
 know the ropes from Maine to Mexico and believe me, com- 
 pelling theaters to run a labor picture is like making Wilson 
 keep us out of war. Where labor is organized and class-con-' 
 scious, it can be done. But how many of those towns are there 
 in the United States? Then again, these organized towns have 
 a labor temple with an audience where a labor picture could be 
 put on and some are leased to movie exhibitors, whose lease 
 contains a clause relative to running labor pictures. 
 
 "You can make it go, but you'll have to fight like hell and 
 depend upon labor unions, first last and all the time 
 
 "And what about the Censors?" the Boomer demanded. 
 "Certainly you know that Censors are political tit-suckers 
 who must protect their jobs and they'll stop anything their 
 masters tell 'em to 
 
 "Did you ever hear of the Little Girl Next Door a pic- 
 tiiri/ation of testimony, which purported to show how vice had 
 I >een driven out of Chicago"? Well, the Chicago Board of Cen- 
 sors permitted the showing of this picture, in spite of the 
 protest of newspapers, clergy and the public in general. Why? 
 Because a high State Official, was financially interested in the 
 film. t 
 
 "The New York police stopped this indecent display damn 
 (|uick, as well as many other cities, thru the operation of police 
 power. Which in all cases can prevent such showings, censors 
 or no censors. 
 
 "Censors barred Mary Pickford in The Little American, 
 before the United States entered the war, fearing its flaming 
 patriotism might offend certain hyphenated voters. The courts 
 over-ruled the Censors, demonstrating that even Censors err 
 in the eyes of the law. 
 
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 ''But for inconsistency, the Pennsylvania Censor Board 
 takes the cake, when they declare a film kiss must not be 
 longer than eight feet. That means, no son can kiss his mother, 
 no wife can kiss her husband, for more than five seconds 
 in Pennsylvania. Why? God only knows! Pennsylvania Cen- 
 sors declare it immoral, to intimate the coming of motherhood, 
 by making of bab}^ clothes, or showing a cradle, or even a 
 stork. 
 
 "Pennsylvania and Ohio admitted Tlie Birth of a Nation but 
 Kansas where graft has been exposed among the Censor 
 Board members (?) rejected it. This same Kansas board, or- 
 dered an added title to a picture story by Rupert Hughes 
 saying that the poor girl had secretly married the villain. Final 
 picture then showed her father disowning her; her poor but 
 honest lover heartbroken; her life ruined and these dis- 
 asters came because she married! 
 
 "Pennsylvania 1 Censors cut out the Biblical quotations in 
 The Eternal Magdalen, k lle that is without sin among you, 
 let him cast the first stone,' and 'Neither do I condemn thee: 
 go, and sin no more.' These words of Christ were immoral, the 
 censors said, yet they're quoted all over Christendom. 
 
 "The one thing all censors agree on, is that labor pictures 
 must be barred 
 
 "All ready for you speakers," said the guard and then to 
 the Boomer, he added. "Why aren't you in here?" 
 
 "I was keeping these fellows company while you guvs 
 made 'em wait " 
 
 GOVERNOR COX (Ohio) OX THE JOB 
 
 "Say, Blackstone." President Roy demanded, "are you an 
 I. W. \V.? The Martin* />//// Tm&8 said ><>. I phoned the 
 local correspondent, he said the chief of police told him. 
 phoned the Chief, he said the Mayor told him and when I 
 phoned the Mayor, he said Governor Cox had seen your red 
 flivver with sign, MOONEY FRAME-UP TALKS, while it 
 was parked in the shadow of the Capitol, at Columbus and 
 phoned 'that you probably was an I. W. W. Agitator, to arrest 
 you if you started anything.' 
 
 "Of course I told 'em you had credentials from Interna- 
 tional President Hays and I know Hays wouldn't a' given 
 that, if you wasn't all right." 
 
 -Thanks,'* graciously said Bob, "its takes guts to carry an 
 I W W. card, the way they're mobbing them now, but say 
 Roy," as a frightful (hot struck Bob, "What if a gang of 
 
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 these 100-percenters, misinformed by this lying newspaper, 
 try to mob me?" 
 
 "Give her the gas and run 'em down kill the dirty 
 cowards," was the bitter and thotless interruption from a 
 convalescing coal miner, who had been injured by falling slate, 
 caused by illegal timbering. 
 
 Frank and Bob spent their last 50 cents for supper. Then 
 drove to a nearby mine to learn what night miners met. Re- 
 
 Robert Blaokatone and "Wrecked" Car 
 
 turning at dusk to speak to Wheeling unions, the motor died 
 with a spit and a pop out of gas on the brow of a little hill 
 as three men, carrying pump gimx, stepped out of a thicket 
 . The shrill whistle of one. caused a crashing noise in 
 the depths of the brush and froze Bob's blood ! 
 
 End of Part One. Part Two 'On The Bum in a High- 
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 subscribers who paid T>0 cents. To others the price will be 25 
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