Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-08-28
PLAYING the Role of Anarchy.

Playing the Role of Anarchy
With this tripped way down the dirty
floor, gazing at all the pictures and slyly
taking in the expressions on the faces of
the men and women. Ugh! Pshaw! Whew!
were few of the calculations as the voices
stllled and the people left off their yelling
and their speech-making.
They didn't want me round listening to
them. They wouldn't say anything more
while was there. They would sulk, drink
beer, but no more meetings while stranger
was in the room.
What to do to gain their confidence was
the next question. Should I remain
quietly, apparently taking in the furniture
and appointments of the saloon? Should I
60 to the barkeeper and try to make friends
with him? All. an idea struck me. Why
not be German girl from Chicago, whose
father was an Anarchist, brought up in all
the rabid heat OF the "bloody rag" was
sure could talk the thing to perfection.
With the thought came its expression. Up
went as big as policeman.
''Say, sir, said 1, ''be you an Autono-
mie?"
The man started, drew his features up into
miserable shape, and grabbed me- "Who
are you?" ne muttered as he held my arm
| firmly in his byrly grasp.
'!I'm from Chicago, and you needn't pinch
me, either; I'm down in this town looking
for work. What's the matter with you, eh?"
"Nothing. I thought yer might be a
spy"
a Pen Picture OF Most.
"Well, hain't no spy," replied, stand
I just come round here to see some of fathers
friends. You don't know John Most, do
you?"
swell, I should say I did," replied
Schwab, s'that's he over there smoking
cigar"
The appearance of the man designated by
Justis Schwab's dirty finger was that of
disagreeable, dirty, pig-headed German with
one half OF his jaw protruding A rough,
brutal mouth showed his characteristics
He wore whiskers which hung down below
his chin four inches, unkempt and greasy.
His shirt was of soiled, striped blue and
white linen; his collar, or rather the
apology for one, was grayish in its dirtiness;
. grimy white necktie adorned his throat.
watched the man intently, for his face
had fascination for me. AS he turned
more to the left and hid his dreadful Jaw,
perceived that he had very intellig ent
eye, and that his forehead was philosophical
to degree. The more looked at his pro-
file the better liked him. Suddenly, like
one caught in trap, he looked up and down
the room, then straight at me, and for my
hfe's sake I couldn't help walking up to
where he stood.
"Ah," said he with smile that trans.
formed his face. "You are a stranger
here?" and we chatted pleasantly.
Anarchist Berkman's Companion.
Then gaily.dressed girl with golden
hair, big grey eyes and tall, slight figure
entered the room. Everybody crowded
around her and John Most left me and
shook hands with her Later learned that
she was the celebrated Emma Goldman.
Ach Emmal Ach Emmar and lot of
salutations In German echoed about me.
She and Most walked up and down the
room excitedly in short, quick steps ges-
ticulating and talking loudly in German.
They were evidently not on very good
terms Miss Goldman appeared violent and
Most tried to calm her. Ny impressions of
Most changed with every successive second.
was fast beginning to believe that he must
be one. of those educated Anarchists"
talked about; one Of those Figure heads"
who have Ill the brains do oil the planning,