The Commonwealth. [volume] (Everett, Wash.) 1911-1914, 1913-09-18
BUCHANAN'S STORY

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along with his basket / noticed that
the others came TO it, They we're
wise TO the brutal game of the mas
ter class. ! was a raw recruit and
full of ideals born of good food and q
fatal blindness that comes from too
much good luck in life.
How the News Was Sent.
"All day Monday felt the iron bars,
Gagged animal. when I have since
learned they were trying to drive me
insane. | decided to make a noise.
In this way | got a man to come
across the street to see me. He
managed to get in and hear my story.
begged him to go to the editor OF
the Commonwealth or to anyone ana
tell them to come to me. 1t was then
that saw the inner workings of jails
and how they keep their fearful
secrets from the world.
"a deputy simply informed the man
that he was a guest and that he had
been admitted as favor and so forth.
know that when he was out of my
hearing they convinced him that |
was insane and unreliable. Anyhow,
Monday night darkened down and I
heard no friendly voice.
About four o'clock the same old
basket containing the same old rusty
cans put in its appearance carried by
the same gentleman In the cans
this time was some kind of stew The
less we discuss it the better. | smelt
it. One couldn't help doing SO. Along
with this was a hunk of bread over
which some sanitary soul had spilled
insect powder, | suppose to keep the
cockroaches away from it. This
feast | declined without thanks.
could feel the pangs of hunger as
only a healthy animal can feel them;
but the taxpayers money must be
saved to buy autos for Eat officials.
The starving of prisoners in the Sno-
homish county Jail and in nearly
every capitalist Jail in the world
doomed up in my mind for the first
time as a fearful fact.
Getting Help.
Tuesday morning l decided that l
would get help if lung power counted
for anything. I began a TRADE that
evidently did not please the sheriff,
who came in and ordered me to shut
up or he would put me in the padded
cell. | continued to call for help and
was locked up in the padded cell
where others before me have felt the
suggestive power that sways the mind
under such an environment.
81 appealed to brother Odd Fellows
who were deputies to get word to the
lodge brothers outside, but my ap-
peals were in vain.
Fortunately at last there came in
a brother Odd Fellow to visit some
prisoner Him, finally convinced of
my sanity and through him l sue
ceeded in getting word out to the
world.
Learned Power of Socialist Movement
"Then on Wednesday morning !
realized that one of the biggest things
that ever happened in the world is the
Socialist movement. / carry red
card, but l never before knew what
the full meaning of that red card was.
Into the dark penitentiary cell in New
Jersey they short time ago flung
Pat Quinlan, sentenced to years of
darkness and ultimate death from tu-
and the red card believers
in human freedom opened the dorr and
gave Pat breath of fresh air. l read
all this, but | did not know that |, too,
was to feel the Unreasonable worth
of the comradeship that goes with
in a revolutionary work
ing class organization.
"They had just let me out of the
padded cell to be fed their mush on
Wednesday morning when l heard the
click of a lock and into the dark
prison shadows | saw walking the
three comrades that will live forever
in my gratitude-Frans Bostrom, May
nard Shipley, Frank Cort and Peter
They told me what they were
doing for me, how they were furnish
ing lawyers for my defense, and how
they would do all in their power to
save me.
ut was then that l learned for the
first time that they were framing up
an insanity charge against me. A dep
uty had told me that they were afraid
that the Lizzie Jones charge would
stick. So this was it-insanity. The
whole plot Matched up between Lizzie
Jones and Harold Wilder had come
down to this piece of business. What
will those patriots not sink to?
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