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effevsonian
Vol. 11, No. 17
How Much Longer Will the People of Atlanta Endure the Lawless
Doings of William J. Burns? What Right Has This Sham Detective to
Tamper With the Witnesses That Told the Truth On LEO FRANK,
THE FOUL DEGENERATE WHO MURDERED LITTLE MARY PHAGAN?
AST year a New York gambler, a Jew,
was shot to death in the street, because he
had ‘‘’squealed” on the Police system, which
ftvas interlocked with local crime.
Lieutenant Becker dreading the revelations
that Rosenthal might make in court, ordered
him killed.
Three Jews were among the gunmen who
'did the boldest murder ever committed in
New York.
They rode to the scene of the crime in an
automobile: they rode away in the car after
the killing: they acted as publicly as though
they knew that powerful protection would
save them from punishment.
Those men and Becker had a legal trial:
their guilt was judicially established: the
sentence of the law was pronounced; ’ and
then, to the amazament of the country, Becker
Svas given a new trial.
The higher court decided that the lower
court had shown too much unfriendliness to
Lieutenant Becker, of “the System.”
The same lower court tried the compara
tively weak and destitute gunmen, and the
feeling shown in each case was the same; but
the life-line that was thrown out to Becker
fell short of the poor devils whom he hired to
do the shooting.
A very strong pressure was brought upon
the Governor, by the Rabbis, and by the kins
people of the condemned; but the Governor
stood firm. At the last moment, “newly dis
covered evidence” was presented to Justice
OLD HUERTA AND UNCLE SAM
of our naval tubs got out of gasoline,
near Tampico, and a small army of our
marines landed on Mexican soil to buy
a half-a-gallon of John D. Rockefeller’s per
colator.
Naturally, this landing of our marines, in
full uniform, excited the apprehensions of the
agitated Mexicans, who could not, on the spur
of the moment, imagine that such a number of
blue-jackets were necessary to effect the pur
chase of two quarts of oil.
This shows you bow unreasonable these
Mexicans are; and how sensible we are in the
transaction of the smallest affairs.
Instead of detailing a nigger deck swabber
to go ashore and buy the can of oil, we had
to land a company of uniformed fighting
men.
Well, the Mexicans mobilized their local
forces, bore down upon our marines and
peaceably captured the entire outfit.
No blood was spilt: no bones were brozen:
no eye was blue-marked: no uniform was
soiled.
As soon as the Americans and Mexicans
could get their languages to swapping horses,
and could understand one another, the Ameri
cans were turned loose, and given ample lib
erty to proceed on their way to purchase the
can of oil.
Thomson, Ga., Thursday, oflprit 23, 1914
Goff: it fell to pieces under cross-examination
and a new trial was again refused.
The condemned were heard, Dy the public,
crying their “innocence” up to the last day.
After they had been executed for plain
murder—one bad Jew shot by three other bad
Jews, and one bad Italian—it was soon known
that the “newly discovered evidence” was
rank perjury, cooked up by fake detectives
and knavish lawyers. It was also known that
the doomed men, when all hope of pardon was
gone, confessed.
Not one of them persisted in saying he was
innocent. And while one of them was appar
ently about to tell the full story on Becker,
the Warden, Clancey, hastily shot the electric
current into him, silencing him for ever.
Inasmuch as the New York Times has had
so much to say against the people of Atlanta
and of Georgia, in connection with another
Israelite, you may be curious to see what the
worthy Adolph Ochs published about the
three Jews who were executed in his own
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As was inevitable, the Mexicans got to
laughing about this naval display of force,
and this formidable landing of blue-jackets,
just to buy some gasolene.
If you had been there, you might have
smiled a little yourself.
Well, Sir, when the news reached our Sun
day-school teachers—Wilson and Bryan—
they fell into a flutter of boundless indigna
tion. They were mad, through and through.
They flung the Hymnbook at the black-board,
and went chasing over to the Navy Depart
ment, and ordered all all our monster battle
ships to hurry down to Tampico.
The things they were going to do to old
Huerta this time, would be a,god’s lavish. So
said our Sunday-school teachers. They
swore that Huerta must not only apologize—
which he had already done—but that he must
salute our flag!
The release of the blue-jackets and the
apology for the mistake were not enough: our
flag must be saluted by the shooting off of
some twenty-odd big Mexican -guns.
Nothing less than twenty-odd would salve
our wounded feelings. Twenty-odd large
guns must be fired off right away, or our
Sunday-school teachers would do about and
kill some bears.
Well, Sir, I really do believe it is the fun-
city. The following is the editorial of - the
Times:
A NEEDED LESSON JUSTIFIED.
P.arely or never will the most abandoned
criminal go to this death with a lie on his lips.
Even though he may shun confession for the sake
of survivors or from some residuum of respect for
the world’s opinion, the doomed wretch will sel
dom persist in explicit declarations of innocence
to the last. The dying words of Seindenshner in
the chair at Sing Sing were an evasion of this
sort, a poor attempt to make the best of it with
out absolute, unqualified untruth.
Even this man’s conduct would have been suffi
cient to clinch the matter of the gunmen's guilt.
It would have fully availed to quiet the qualms
of the tender hearted and remove the doubts of
the overscrupulous as to whether an injustice had
been done. But, fortunately, one of the deplora
ble quartet went further. He pursued what is
really the common course of men in his plight and
made full confession of guilt.
Really no assurances were needed of the sub
stantial justice of the judgment of death pro
nounced on these men. Their guilt was all too
surely established. There is some satisfaction,
however, in having Unanswerable vindication of
our legal processes. Once again it is demon
strated that trial by jury is a safe and fair method
of dealing even with issues of life and death. A
further good comes out of the confession in the
practical commentary which it affords upon the
wave of misguided sympathy which developed for
these murderers when their fate became certain.
It completely establishes the wisdom of Governor
Glynn and all the other officials concerned in
resisting the pleas of mere hysteria.
Notice what the astute Ochs says about
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niest thing that has happened to our Ship
of State, since Wilson and Bryan brought
their Hymn-books on board.
Old Huerta sat back, drank another bottle
of brandy, and said that he was perfectly
willing to salute our flag, provided we would
then salute HIS!
In our own trap he had us. By “inter
national courtesy” one salute calls for
another.
At least, that’s what they arc saying in the
upper circles wherein such common clodhop
pers as you and I cannot be expected to know
the etiquette.
Apparently, we have played right into that
old Indian’s hands. He has been wanting us
to recognize him, ever since he betrayed and
then murdered Madero.
We have been refusing to recognize him:
yet we have had John Lind down there on the
rim of the horizon, holding on by his teeth,
and trying to figure out what our Sunday
school teachers wanted him to do.
John finally figured out that he was not
expected to do anything in particular,
and John has done it with commendable
fidelity.
And now, after all these months of pussy
cat fooling, we are going to have oun
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