Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 137, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 June 1914 — Page 2

MILITANT "HEM OF TERROR"

SHE5 HE “Reign of Terror” of the militant auffragettes of Great Britain has now been In progress for slightly more than one year. The record of its first twelve months shows that Mrs. Johns chose the name well. On the night of April 3, 1913, this woman, one of the most aggressive of the leaders, speaking in Glasgow, borrowed from the French Revolution that appellation with which to 7 christen the new frenzy of militancy, come to life that day. She added that the militancy of the past would be “the merest pin pricks compared to what will happen at once all over the country.” On the same day, In London, officers of the Women's' Social and Political union turned to the Boer war for a phrase, and declared that what was to be done “would stagger humanity.” Tet another leader announced that “human life, we resolved, will be respected no longer.” Throughout the army of the militants, in short, there flamed fresh fury on ttmt day. / . The reason was that Mrs. Pankhurst was then sentenced to penal servitude for three years for inciting the destruction of the country house of Chancellor of the Exchequer Lloyd George. The suffragettes rioted In Old Bailey after Justice Sir Charles Lush pronounced sentence, and then went from the court to begin their reign of terror. The initial act of the militants was the defacing that afternoon in the Manchester art gallery of five paintings by Leighton and other famous artists. The initial act of the authorities, in preparation for the reign, was the issuance of a general warning by Scotland Yard to owners and tenants of property, and the taking of unusual precautions by the police throughout the United Kingdom. Sinoe then, according to the published records, not a day, and for days in sequence scarcely an hour, has passed without militant damage being done to person or td property, or without danger or fear or inconvenience being, caused to some ,of the public. The activities of the militants have ranged from throwing pepper on Premier Asquith and a dead cat at Augustine Birrell, chief secretary for Ireland, to burning the Midland railway sheds at Bradford with a loss of $500,000, and attempting to blow up part of the Bank of England. They have endangered hundreds of lives; they have done direct property damage and caused Indirect losses to the extent of millions of dollars. N The militants in their campaigns have used fire, bombs, mines, hatchets, hammers, revolvers, pokers, knives, bludgeons, stones; tar, paint, riding switches, horse whips, dog whips, umbrellas, foul smelling chemicals, corrosive chemicals, barbed wire entanglements for police, besides using as weapons their fists, nails, teeth and feet. S The militants have burned wholly or partly, country mansions in charge of servants, who escaped only by ■being awakened by the flames; castles, including Balll■kinrain, Alberuchile and Lisburn; unoccupied country houses, some owned by peers and members of parliament; railway stations, railway sheds, railway cars, •churches, factories, timber yards, hayricks, exhibition hulldings! conservatories, race track grandstands, cricket grandstands, football grandstands, furniture, organs, tapestries, paintings, boat houses, racing shells, a Carnegie library, town corporation structures, college and school buildings (including a Cambridge laboratory), and an empty hospital. ■ They have attempted to bum the R6yal academy, bafldlngs at Harrow school, aeroplane sheds of the army tying corps, and a historic church. They have plotted, aooordlng to (he Daily Mirror, to burn London by simultaneously firing all the big timber yards and cutting the telephone and telegraph wires surrounding. They have witb bombs destroyed or damaged shops, railway stations, railway cars, churches, country houses, conservatories, the Royal observatory at Edinburgh, the Liverpool cotton exchange and the Trade hall at Manchester. They have destroyed with a bomb an empty oar attached to an express train, endangering passengers In other cars, and they are charged with having tried to wreck an express by obstructing the track. They have placed bombs which failed to work or were found before exploding in streets, shops, tube stations; castles, a public library, a tennis club, a theater. St. Baal's cathedral and the football pavilion at Cambridge. They have sent bombs through the malls, addressed to Reginald McKenna, home secretary, and other prominent men, one of the bombs badly injuring the hand of a mail sorter; they have exploded mines in attempts to blow up Holloway prison, and to breach a canal to cause a flood; they have plotted to blow up houses of members of parliament; they have scattered dummy bombs broadcast, both to advertise their movement and to terrorize. At pne time the London papers declared that “every day brings its bomb.” and instructions on the art of handling unexploded bombs safely were printed dally. They have pummeled Premier Asquith, dog-whipped Lord Weardale, horsewhipped Holloway prison physicians, burled apples In court at Justice Lord Salvesen. thrown hammers at a Judge in, Old Bailey, scattered

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flour over Thomas McKinnon Wood, secretary for Scotland, and over John Redmond, and have painted Redmond’s statue green; they have covered the earl of Derby’s statue with tar; they have harassed cabinet ministers at meetings; they have plotted to kidnap Chancellor Lloyd George, Justice Lush (who Mrs. Pankhurst) and the children of Winston Spencer Churchill, first lord of the admiralty; they have threatened Home Secretary Miflffenna with death, and are categorically charged with having tried to th,row over the cliffs into the sea the late Sir Henry Curtis Bennett, a judge who had sentenced many suffragettes. They have rioted Sunday after Sunday In Trafalgar square or Hyde park and have marched, now' shrieking, now singing “The .March of the Women,” to Downing street in -attempts to besiege Premier Asquith's official residence. These riots have meant serious affrays with the police aDd many arrests. They have ruined or injured thousands of letters In hundreds of mail boxes throughout the British isles by the U6e of corrosive fluids; court proceedings showed that in ten weeks in London alone they destroyed or damaged 8,445 mail packets in 565 boxes. They have smashed tens of thousands of windows in cities and towns all over the kingdom, including the windows of police stations. They have slashed famous paintings and smashed curios in museums; they have torn up public flower beds, ruined putting greens on golf courses, wrecked furniture in newspaper offices, caused disturbances in the house of commons, punctured hundreds of automobile tires, fired a huge Crimean war cannon at night and frightened the whole city of Blackburn, ruined library books by cutting the leaves, stamped hotel bedding with “Votes for Women,” thrown chemicals of foul odor at town councilors, wrecked taxicab interiors, interrupted meetings of learned societies and political parties, and daubed white paint over much of the Interior of Birmingham cathedral. They have plotted to damage lighthouses and to attack every theater and music ball in London simultaneously by scattering a pungent powder over the audiences to cause sneezing and skin burning. They have interrupted many services in Westminster abbey, St. Paul's cathedral, York minster. Glasgow cathedral, and other churches by chanting “God Save Mrs. Pankhurst," and before being ejected they have sometimes fought, shrieked and lain on the floor kicking. They have defaced tapestries and paintings during the progress of elaborate receptions in the West end of London, some of them given by peeresses, so that frightened hostesses had to engage numerous detectives «e. guards. They have scattered Buffragette leaflets )upon the king and queen, and have harangued the royal pair in'theaters and on the street; they have attempted to mob the royal carriage; they have caused discord In Buckingham palace. the queen becoming furiously angry with ladies-ln-waltlng who espoused the militant cause, among the resignations coujt entourage being that of Lady Shartesbury; thfey have obtained the private telephone number of the king and have got him on the wire, to hi* exasperation; they have caused cards for court presentations to be changed in form and have made extra precautions on court days necessary. They have hurt the London and the tourist trade and thus inflicted extensive loss of business upon shops and hotels: they have caused large sums to be spent for guards for country estates, historic castles, railroad stations and tunnels, churches, museums, shops, municipal buildings, and Shakespeare memorials; they have caused the regatta at Henley and the golf championships at St. Andrews to be “as If they were in a state of siege.” so the cables said, because of the numerous guards; they have caused wholesale closing of public buildings in London and other places, including Windsor castle, Tower of London (Jewel room), Hampton court palace. British museum, and cathedrals, museum* and art galleries generally; they have forced each cabinet minister to have three detectives as constant guards, and they haze made the police “nerve racked,” again In the words of the cables.

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AMBROSE AND PINCUS

By MONTAGUE GLASS.

eye of a casual observer Pincus Shapiro was an undersized child df seveiC jumping clumsily up and down on the sidewalk in front of his . Scammel street home. Not so to himself, however, for at that moment Plncus was a horse, a proud horse with flowing mane and tail, a restive beast that plunged and reared even as did the st€>ed of MrMadigan, the saloonkeeper. on St. trick’s day. So Pincus shook his head and made bubbling noises with his lips like an impatient pony, desisting at intervals to cope with a severe coryza by process of inhalation. ' It was during the execution by Pincus of a truly marvelous pirouette that Ambrose McGann paused on his way home to lunch from the parochial school and made critical survey of the performance. Here was something extraordinary, Ambrose cogitated, an infant, and to all appearances one of the seed of Abraham, playing a solitary game on the sidewalk and finding amusement in dumb motions that made you laugh—yes, that made you guffaw in raucous, inarticulate jeers. It excited a certain resentment in Ambrose.

Ambrose wa3 not imaginative and couldn’t play that he was a horse ally more than he could eat a potato and think it an apple. He had attained the age of eight years oh Cherry street, which is equivalent to twelve on Fifth avenue and sixteen in the rural districts; and he was disillusionized accordingly. All his playing had its utilitarian aspect. For instance, hide and seek around the vegetable stands of the corner grocery meant eating apples at the conclusion of the game, Just as an apparently childish romp in the dry dock near Jackson street resulted in a visit to the junk-shops of the neighborhood and much candy for a few days. Hence it offendted Ambrose to view the harmless pleasure of Pincus Shapiro and, by way of showing his disapproval, he picked out a nice soft spot on the plump person of that unfortunate centaur and landed "on It hard with his right fist. Pincus, at the moment, was poised on the coping in front of his father’s basement store. Losing his balance, he toppled over, striking the pavement of she four-foot depression full on the back of his head. Ambrose waited for the wail of anguish that he felt sure would follow. Hearing none, he peered cautiously down the area way. The erstwhile steed lay huddled In a little heap, his face showing white through its accustomed grime, and a thin stream or blood trickling from his nostrils. A spasm of terror seized Ambrose. He turned and bolted in blind, headlong flight, nor paused until his feet could go no farther. He sank panting upon one of the benches of a small East side park, where he stayed only long enough to recover his wind, and renewed his journey almost immediately. He had btit a single idea — to put as much> distance as possible between himself and that little bloodstained body. Ambrose knew something of death, for not long before he had seen his own father brought home a corpse—killed by falling from an unfinished building. At length the fugitive could run no more. He seated himself on the stoop of a house in a quiet up-town avenue that might have been in a different hemisphere from Scammel street. Here he remained In a sort of coma for half an hour, incapable of motion or even of thought, gasping for breath, until the wild jumping of his heart had in some degree subsided. Then, with a rush, the Recollection of 6is •awful deed came over him; and as he was only a little boy, after all, he bent his head over his knees and gave way to his pent-up emotion in a torrent of choking sobs and tears. ftven as Ambrose himself had loitered to observe the antics of Pincus Shapiro, so did a butcher’s assistant pause and watch in silence the violent sobbing of Ambrose, who soon became dimly aware of the spectator's presence and lifted his tearstained face.

“Wot yer rubberin’ at?” he said, stifling his sobs as well as he could. For answer the butcher boy stared on. Ambrose sprang to his feet and, without any premonitory dialogue, sailed in to whip the insulting youth, who was at least four years his senior and almost a head taller. It was a short and decisive battle, and Ambrose, his feelings much relieved by his victory, started fdr the park, which he saw a block distant, while the butcher boy ran wailing down the street, his own gore mingling with that of his master’s meat and poultry on his white apron.

The wauing light of a March afternoon told Ambrose it was after five o’clock, even had his stomach, the little boy’u unfailing chronometer, not confirmed the announcement. The thing adw was to find something to eat. He had been on hlc way home to lunch when he met Pincus, and the thought or the fried liver or chuck steak that he had missed almost made him weep anew. But meals on Cherry street are more or less uncertain affairs. Sometimes you get them, sometimes you don’t; and the skipping of lunch only made Ambrose the keener tor bis dinner. As he entered the park he encoua-

tered a boy carrying a small wooden box suspended from his shoulders. “La-a-arzenges, cent a packages" the young merchant chanted for Ambrose’s benefit “Milk chawklet. Peanuts!” Ambrose -waited to hear no more. He made one grab and was off with the spoils before the astonished vender could even put forth a show of defense. His last flight led him Into the middle of tfi© park, and there, in a little rocky glen, he proceeded to make his evening meal of the stolen peanuts and candy. - The afternoon was darkening to a bleak winter night as Ambrose finished his supper. Licking the last crumbs from his grimy hands, he turned over in his mind the chances of getting a shelter till jnorning. Often in summer he had slept in Central park, but in winter he never strayed farther north than Houston street. Once, when his late father had been out of a job, he and his mother had spent the night in the boiler-room of a factory on Water street, and the, memory of its grateful warmth made him shiver the more in his present uncomfortable situation. At any rate, the park was no place for sleeping in winter, so he shaped a course for the setting sun and trudged manfully on toward the West side. It is fairly astounding, when you are a fugitive from justice, how many policemen you meet. Ambrose must have run across half a dozen in the next ten minutes. The last one ho recognized as a former neighbor of his father on Cherry street, and it spurred his tired legs into a stumbling trot. But he was footsore and exhausted, and when he halted, at the corner of Columbus avenue and Sev-enty-second street, he was indeed a forlorn little figure. His nemesis was close upon him. Just as he was about to subside into another fit of weeping a tall patrolman, his father's, late neighbor, lifted the boy in his arms. “Quit yer beefin’,” the policeman said, “an’ say what alls yer.” “Narten,” Ambrose wailed through his tears. “Lemmego, I tell yer!” He kicked and struggled in an effort to escape. “Gwan!” said the officer. “Cut dat out, or I’ll spank the britches offn’ yer!” He made closer inspection of the wriggling youngster. “Holy cripes!” the officer cried. “It’s Ambrose McGann! What er yer doin’ up here, Ambrose?” Ambrose sniffled and was still. He submitted to being plied with steaming coffee and butter-cakes in an adjacent lunch-room until, he could eat no more. “Now listen to me, kid,” the officer said at the conclusion of the meal. “Tell me what ails yer, or I’ll jail yer fer de rest of yer life.” The jig waß up at last, and Ambrdse prepared to make a clean breast of the whole matter. “I done up a kid on Scammel street dis mornin’,” he said between sobs. “Well, what of it?” the officer persisted. “Was he done up bad?” Ambrose could hardly restrain a smile of pride. “I guess he croaked,” said Ambrose simply. It was thus that he confessed his crime. The officer whistled softly. “Now don't get scared,” he said. “You ldn stay in de back room of the station-house tonight, anlTtermorrer’s my day off, so we’ll go down-town tergether and see what kin be done.” There was little sleep for Ambrose in the hospitable warmth of the back room. The electric chair is a favorite topic of conversation among the corner loafers of Cherry street, and many a gruesome discussion of its dread office had Ambrose overheard in the vicinity of his home. It all came back to harry his ’soul that long night through, and it was a pallid criminal that accompanied Officer Shea downtown next day. They first visited the station-house on Madison street, and Shea saluted his old sergeant behind the desk. “Any murders on Scpmmel street yesteifday, sarge?” he said. “Ain’t heard o’ none,” the sergeant answered. “Well, dis kid here says he killed a man, there.”

The sergeant leaned over the desk. "Did yer shoot him or stab him?" he asked Ambrose with ,a, twinkle in his eye. Ambrose became indignant. "No kiddin’! I guy down a basemen, an’ I kin show yer de stiff," he said by way of offering proof. "Go ’round wid him to see it,” the sergeant said, and they started for Scammel street without further delay. It was nearly noon, and Scammel street, which is an unusually quiet thoroughfare for the East side, was almost deserted, save for the plump figure of Pincus Shapiro. Pincus* features were swollen and twisted into a picturesque variation of their ordinary irregularity. A large piece of surgical plaster adorned the back of his head and he .was running violently to and fro In front of his* father’s basement store. "Honk, honk!" he cried, as he dragged after him a soap-box on wheels. ■ His painful injuries of yesterday were merged in the amusement of the hour, for in the exercise of a beneficent imagination Pincua waa himself again—a 40 horse-power gasoline automobile. » (Copyright, by th® Frank A. Munaey Oo.)

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