Arizona republican., 1910-10-04
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BURDETTE ON THE LOS ANG
 ELES HORROR.

Sabbath morning, in a Christian city. In the reign of the Prince of Peace, 1910. Decorous congregations of devout worshippers assembled in the churches of the living God. As criptions of praise ascending in the chorussed hymn, Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty" Throngs of hap DIV little children pouring in laughing like flods of innocence from the Sun day school rooms.
 The fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man making the at mosphere of the Sabbath fragrant with sanctity Echoes of the angels anthem, ."On earth peace, good will, mingling with incense of songs of adoration trembling on the lips of human choirs.
 In the heart of the Christian city, under the shadow of the courthouse, temple of human justice, one the one hand; under the municipal police headquarters, fortress of law and or der, on the other; close by, the Fed eral building, citadel of the national government, insuring life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to everyone. In the very arms of safety; in the heart of security.
 scar upon the face of the Chris tian city. A fearful wound. hideous in its terrible meaning as the Roman spear thrust in the side of the Christ. A place of death like Golgotha. A place of sacrifice, like Calvary.
 For the men who died at their posts of duty, died for a principle. They died for freedom, as died the patriots at Bunker Hill Never a battlefield hurled death in forms more horrible or more sudden. Never did soldiers meet death with stronger fOrtitude. higher courage, or deeper devotion to duty than did these martyrs to indus trial freedom.
 Every man who was stricken to his death by the tearing dynamite or in cinerated by the wreathing flames and strangling smoke, was a wage earner. their daily bread by toll of brain or l1and-by labor of both.
 The very column of the dead and dying and the sobs with the pathos of human love and life. Opposite the names of the men-"married." Mar ried; three children" Married; five children"
 The blind, unreasoning hatred that flung the bomb or set the internal machine was not content with the life of an honest, unoffending working man. The hideous Moloch demanded the sacrifice of little children, of Iheartbroken wife. Of something sweet and pure and innocent, removed without the maelstrom of contentment and strife and causeless enmity that may rage in the market place where the passions of men smother the sense of justice and fairness. What had these wives and little ones done that they must be sentenced to sorrow and lone Illness, to poverty and hunger and weariness? What had these men done that they should be doomed in an in- stant to the fury of the bomb, the strangling fingers of the smoke, the hot breath of the destroying flame ? What were they doing?
 Toiling into the long hours of the night, while the world slept in fancied security, that they might keep a roof over the heads of the little household; that there might be bread for the little ones. Doing an honest days work for fair days wage. That was their crime
 In this Christian city, in the reign of peace, in day of freedom, anarchy stalks through the streets red handed brandishing the knife and the torch If a mans house be not safe from the fear of the dynamiter, when it is builded in the heart of little triangle of a few blocks area, bordered by the municipal central police office. the county courthouse and the federal building, where shall citizen look for a place of security?
 What has happened to the Times building may happen to any building in Los Angeles.
 Robert J. Burdette, in the Los Ang- eles Times.