Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-21
THE REDS OF LONDON.
Their Rant, Their Bluster and Their
Utter Adherence of Soap.
A WORD AS TO WILLIAM MORRIS.
The Kind of Men Who Frequent the Vari-
GUS Anarchistic Clubs.
ENDS OF THE DOCTRINE OF DYNAMITE

The Anarchists of London are not nu-
merous, but all of them are noisy, and for
the most part they have an aversion to
baths They live amid clouds of rhetorical
dust, and so the world appears to them un-
clean. If they would for a moment climb
down from their distractions and look about
them they would find their immediate sur
roundings as unclean as any districts further
west Thus writes Arthur Warren for the
Boston Herald He continues:
Berners street and its neighborhood, for
example, needs washing. The headquar-
ters of the Anarchists Club there would be
NO worse if it were scrubbed, but Anarchy
would probably suffer. 1t would seem that
there can be nothing more difficult than to
be an Anarchist and to be clean. If this is
not strictly true then the apostles of the
dispensation, that is not to be, must bear the
blame.
Somebody will say that I forget that
William Morris is an Anarchist. But it is
not possible to forget William Morris. Be-
sides, I am not 50 sure of him.
Not q Patron OF Laundries.
He scorns a white shirt and wears
woolen one, perhaps more, but can swear
to the one. No doubt 1t is difficult, even
impossible, to keep white shirt clean in
London over six hours, but Mr.. Morris is
rich. A laundry bill need have no
terrors for him. Moreover, Mr.. Morris be-
lieves in giving employment to those that
need it. Why draw the line at laundresses?
But William Morris is not so much of an
Anarchist as he likes to think himself, and
as he likes others to think him. To be
sure, he is inconsistent, but most Christians
have that virtue. Mr.. Morris may spurn
collars, yet, after all, the beatitudes of
anarchy allure the elect from other false
gods than linen, although this one, of
course, is incompatible with sound belief
or that belief in sound belief which makes
a man one of the faithful
Wealth the Source of the Mans Power.
William Morris is rich at all events he
is rich enough to go bail for other Anarch-
lists when they get into trouble. This, per-
haps, is a reason why the real believers,
unadulterated with soap, point to Mr.
Morris as a model. When you saw that
Anarchists are unclean, or unkempt, or
this, or that, or the other they point to
William Morris, and SO fling back the
asperslon in the teeth of him that utters it.
But, when all is said, they have no un-
breakable faith in the poet who also manu-
features artistic furniture. No genuine
Anarchist can believe in man with bank
account.
Moreover, William Morris is not alto
gether sound on the assassination question,
and merit untempered with assassination
must lie unrecognized in the final councils
Of anarchy.
Anarchy, it will be observed, is always to
be spelled with the large"A." Spelling is not
strong point with your genuine Anarch-
ist, but he insists upon the large ga" as
the only form of capital which must not
perish from the earth. Anarchy is of such
importance that no man must be permitted
to ignore its apostles. By uproars, or odors,
do they manifest themselves.
Dynamite Their Ultimate Argument
You cannot walk across Hyde Park of a
Sunday without espying, under some leafy
arch, q wild-eyed, bedraggled person de-
nouncing everything that is and belauding
everything that is not Similarly, if you
promenade the prosaic stretches of the
Kings road in Chelsea on the Sabbath day,
you will encounter before the "World's
End" public house a vociferous group of
unpleasant individuals who declare that, if
nothing else serves, you shall be converted
by dynamite.
The other day a youth, somewhere be-
twixt IA and II years of age, committed
suicide by hanging. He had been previous
ly stopped at the business; once when he
had his fathers razor at his throat, and
again when he had jumped into tie Thames.
Now he has hanged himself and left docu-
adjuration, half last-will-and-
Instrumentation the edi6cation of the world.
II am tired of life," means Sir Boy. "I
will no longer be slave or countenance the
slavery of my fellow-creatures. ] bequeath
my curse to society, and request my COM
rades to carry on the good work. Long
live anarchyP'
A Remarkable Thirst for Blood.
The case made quarter of column in
the newspapers and was then forgotten for
weightier matters. But I hold that Sir
Boy was most exemplary Anarchist He
had such thirst for blood that he regaled
himself with his own. Nothing could be
finer. Here was a case of "poetic justice"
which might commend itself to such an
artist in poesy as William Morris If only
that enchanting bard could but persuade the
whole tribe of the anarchical to retire into
corners and slay themselves! The good
work" OF cursing could be left to certain
politicians we wot Of
Berners street is the paradise of the Un-
clean. It was there that the accomplished
assassin, "Jack the Ripper" disported him
self on the night of his most notable feat in
butchery. 1t was in the yard of the An
arch1sts' Club, under the anarchistic win
dows, and against the very Intel of the
door of Anarchists, that the adroit slayer of
females put his knife to his fifth victim
about 1 o'clock on the morning of Sunday,
September 80, 1888.
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doors. Their corrugated throats vented
some murderous Russian chorus just as
'tJack" sent the remnant of another soul to
the other whittier. Startled by the shout
from the windows just above him, the
mysterious Ripper fled.