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v - XT SON’S WELKL Y JEFFERSONIAN THOMAS E. WATSON’S NEWSPAPER DEVOTED TO THE ADVOCACY OF THE JEFFERSONIAN THEORY OF GOVERNMENT Vol. 11. f 7 [ <WASHINGTON.MAY, 2 JpEPORT BY 1 j <SPAN '^~^ £PltAN I /VX CRIMINAL COURTS? ' ~ <--—.■ r —— J THE three month ENDING I I /688. ) fp \ DECEMBER 31. R/LLED AND / ' ( 20,944 /NCREASE —'.■-''^-.H^nEES~F : /P.~ > ?F-/'U -Ttn '/'G _-ET&Es' T. - , ~ ~ {/j TZ DRAWN BY GORDON NYN FOR TBN WNNKLY JKmRSONIAN. Continuous 'Railroad Murders Occur Rn Masse On they go, the soulless man-devouring corporations, monsters of greed, defiant of law, insolent in the strength and immunity of Money! At every hour, of every day in the week, some little group of mourners follow to the graveyard some dead man, or dead woman, or (lead child, murdered by the Railroads. It is murder, for the element of Criminal Negligence is involved in almost every one of these railroad horrors. Today it is the Engineer who is buried: he lost his life because the company had em ployed a cheap, incompetent telegraph opera tor who mistook a Message, or a stupid flag man who gave the wrong signal. Atlanta, Ga., Thursday May 16, 1907. Bv THOMAS £. WATSON. Yesterday it was the Passenger who was buried: he lost his life because of wornout crossties, or rails, which threw cars off the track. Last week it was the citizen of the town who was buried : he lost his life because there was no employe of the road to walk in front of the backing car. Criminal Negligence is slaying its thous ands on these roads every year. We are in the midst of such perpetual slaughter of hu man beings as would cause an outbreak of popular vengeance if we could see, piled up on one field, the dead and the dying, as we sec it in time of war. We arc aghast at the butchery of Cold Ilar- bor, of Chickamauga, of Malvern Hill, of Gravelotte: but the railroads give us, every year, more victims of Criminal Negligence than fell before the guns in any of these bat tles. The world yet shudders at the narrative of the horrors of Napoleon’s Retreat from Moscow: but, God help us!—we have our Retreat from Moscow going on all the time. Death from cold and starvation—as in the Russian campaign—was bad enough, heaven knows!—but who would not embrace stich a death joyfully in preference to (Leath in the railroad wreck? To fall asleep in the-white arms of the snow, a thousand miles from home and loved ones was tragic, was sad beyond ex (Continued on page 13.) Wk'" < No. 17.