The Arizona sentinel., 1910-10-06
The Times Horror

OdOodtll HOTu mug, Au It ClIIS 'tian city. In the reign of the Prince of Peace, 1910.
 Decorous congregations of devout worshippers assembled in the churches of the living God. Inscriptions of praise as- cending in the chorused hymn Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty" Throngs of happy little children pouring in laugh ing luke floods of innocence from the Sunday school rooms.
 The fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man making the atmosphere 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, on the one hand; under the municipal police headquar ters, fortress of law and order, on the other; close by, the fed eral building, citadel of the na- tional government, insuring life, liberty and the pursuit of hap piness to every one. In the very arms of safety; in the heart of security.
 A scar upon the face of the Christian city. A fearful wound, hideous in it's terrible meaning as the Roman spear thrust in the side of the Christ. A place of death-like Golgotha. A place of sacrihce-like Calvary.
 For the men who died at their posts of duty died for a princi- pie. They died for freedom, as died the patriots at Bunker Hill. Never a battlefield buried death in forms more horrible or more sudden. Never did soldiers meet death with stronger fOrtitude, higher courage or deeper devo- tioa to duty than did thgse mar tyrs for industrial freedom.
 Every man who was stricken to his death by the tearing dyn- amite. or incinerated by the wreathing flames and strangling smoke, was wage earner. All of them skilled workmen, earn ing their daily bread by toll of brain or hand-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" "Married: three children" Married; five chil- dren."
 The blind, unreasoning hatred that flung the bomb or set the internal machine was not con- tent with the life of an honest, unoffending workingman. The hideous Moloch demanded the sacrifice of little children, of heart broken wife. Of some thing sweet and pure and inno- cent, removed without the mael- strom of contention 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 liness, to poverty and hunger and weariness? What had these men done that they should be doomed in an instant to the fury of the bomb, the stranglng fn- gers of the smoke, the hot breath | of the destroying flame? What | were they doing?
 ,Toiling into the long hours of ] ,he night, while the world slept Il fancied security, that they | night keep roof over the heads )f the little household; that here might be bread for the lit le ones; doing an honest days york for a fair days wage. That was their crime.
 In this Christian city, in the 'eign of peace, in a day of free Iom, anarchy stalks through the treets red handed, brandishing