New-York tribune., 1920-04-15

Montclair Post, American Legion
had made itself responsible for the
operation Of the $3.50 p. m. (New Jersey
time) Lackawanna Communication train
for Montclair and Glen Ridge. In fair
ness to the three broad-shouldered
strikers, who spent the night IN
Hoboken jail nursing one caulifower
ear and an assortment of black eyes,
it should be said they didn't know this
until it was too late.
Old Bob Taylor, the regular engineer
on the run, had been forced to let No.
1855, his pet engine, emit many great
white plumes of steam half an hour
before the time to start her, thanks to
the excess of energy displayed by his
four volunteer tiremen.
One CT these was F. A. Miller, who
lives IN Montclair, works in Manhattan
and belongs to the American Legion.
Around his neck he wore brown and
purple bandanna, his hands were pro-
ttected by heavy automobile gloves and
MS street clothes by a new suit of
Casey Jones" overalls. Strapped
about his waist was narrow black
leather belt that supported sheath
containing a bowie knife.
Another was John Wolfe, of Mont
clair, who Is connected with wholesale
grocery concern in Manhattan. His
Costume was blue MILDLY blouse and
oell-bottomed trousers that he wore in
the navy during the war. Then clad
IN country club costume was H. V
Crawford, a lawyer, who has Offices
l20 Broadway. The fourth was Newell
F. Weed, a salesman and past post COM
mander of the Montclair Legionnaires.
he wore an army shirt, a wrist watch
and a pair of Old pants. The coal dust
that Uttered into the lines about their
eyes and mouths made their white teeth
gleam when they talked or laughed like
the faces IN dentifrice advertisement.
Watch Engineer Waste Steam
The four were standing on the con-
crete platform at the outer end of
the train shed proudly watching the
engineer waste the steam he had
feared he wasn't going to get.
Nearby, with his watch in his hand,
was old George Stevens, the regular
conductor, who knows about three gen
eratlons of Jersey commuters by their
right names. Scattered at intervals
along the nine-car train, We're the
volunteer brakemen, each equipped
with foot and half section of 2-inch
steel pipe for a brake bar. Campus
was v&itten all over their costumes.
The principal brakeman wore a purple
sweater, army shoes and white felt
on the front. Some of them were
Princeton students and others were
from Hoboken's own Stevens Institute
Then into the group of derby-hatted
commuters, with bundles under their
arms, who were giving their names to
Henry W. Trimble, the Montclair Post
commander, as volunteers for daily
train service, there pushed and crowd
ed three husky men who obviously
didn't belong. Two of them had been
drinking something that violated the
Eighteenth Amendment, and probably
the Sanitary Code as well. The third
and tallest, who wore green fedora
hat and an air of discretion, kept in
the background. All wore in their
lapels small button with crossed sig
nal flags that testified to their connec-
tion with one of the brotherhood or
CARNATIONS whose membership have
been participating in the OUTLAW"
strike.
Starts Fists to Flying
you're fine lot of job robbers"
said one of them, and with this diplo-
matte beginning, having concentrated
attention upon himself, continued:
III bet there amt one in the bunch
can fire. for half a mile" Then he
said more; things that would bar a
newspaper from the mails. His name
was Fred
Fists were visible. Fred's were fly
ing in all directions. so were those
of one of his companions. The blue
and white striped overalls of Miller,
of Montclair, were visible as he shoul-