The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1900-02-05
Noted Anarchist Disappoints
Small Seattle Audience.
REFUSES TO MAKE A SPEECH.
Exciting Scene Follows Announce
ment Clamoring Throng De-
mnnds Return of Door Money
Advocate of Blood and Dynamite
Finally Takes Refuge in n Saloon
VIII Speak Tonight He Says.

Red flags, flaming banners on which
were printed in large white letters "Vive
la Revolution, Down with the Govern
ment" and similar startling mottos, were
decorations appropriate to the exciting
scenes In Germania hall last night. fol-
lowing the dismissal of the audience gath
cred to hear Herr Most The dismissing
was done by the noted anarchist himself.
There was but a small crowd present
when, at $50 o'clock, Herr Most emerged
from the stage door and walked rapidly
down the aisle to the doorway, when he
began excitedly expostulating with half
dozen members of the local anarchist So
ciety In German. He was telling them ne
would not speak to such a small crowd
and ordered IL dismissed. Soon the word
was passed around. and the noted expo
tuned to go ahead. Il have paid my
money and want TO hear you.' cried
large man with a Vandyke beard.
Herr Most grew excited and pushing
aside those In front of him he raced to
the front of the audience and per-
emptorily dismissed it, informing his as
sembled admirers that their tickets were
good for tonight, When he would surely
speak.
but before he reached it his progress was
stopped by the big man with the Vandyke
beard
rs this what you call anarchy" he
fairly Missed.
Calls Audience Names.
moment he faltered. Yes. this is what I
call anarchy. and II you want to hear me
come back tomorrow night. Do you think
l am going to speak to half a dozen AM
orleans. sixteen. Germans. who can't un..
derstand English and a lot OF donkeys?"
You have probably spoken to them be-
FORE and can do SO again. l want to hear
what you have to say" put in another
man, and in an instant the cry became
general
No one thought Herr Most had bombs in
his pocket, nor was any one afraid. Even
sprinkling of ladies' stood outside the
ring and listened without fear.
II have not got dollar out of this
thing yet cried Herr Most. his voice
choked with excitement, but come on, /
will pay you your money back" Suiting
the action to the word. he thrust his hand
In his trousers pocket and pulled out a
1t was not bashfui crowd that he
faced, and as they pressed forward. palms
up nd extended. they almost swept the
eral silver quarters. amid loud expostuia-
tons in German. while cries, Give me
mine Don't forget me- ETC.. were
The strain was too much. and showing
aside those in his pathway. he made an
other race for the back door At the head
of the stairway he was caught. Dollars
We're changed into quarters, and he dealt
them out while they lasted as he backed
down the stairway. Finally he reached
loon. where William Bloch. the proprietor.
took charge of him and led him to a
private box,
The crowd hung around the entrance
for some time. during which 1t might have
been hard to tell who was the greatest
anarchist. Finally the weary walters adj
journed amid mutterings. some of which
resembled the notices on the walls OF the
hall above. Herr Most remained in his
retreat, where later on a few friends gath
cred and listened TO one of his character
istic talks.
False to Traditional Beer.
Herr Johann Most. as he Is commonly
called. did not arrive in the city until
nearly o'clock last night. He was met
ut the depot by a committee from the
local anarchist society and escorted TO the
Germania saloon, where he reluctantly
consented 10 an interview. Herr Most
although but "a years of age. IL bent his
face Is wrinkled and hts hair and beard
are white as the driven snow. He was
enjoying a glass of eggnog when the re-
ported entered. big beer schooner such
as has always heretofore contained Herr
Most's usual drink, had been especially
decorated IN red for the occasion but was
not called for, Herr Most was tired, and
grew excited when asked 10 talk
Il want to think he said. "and to be