Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-07

| beliefs, or something like that. Ane
l said to the governor that the Sof
! of your daddy. in the good OF state o,
Texas. ought to have absolutely free
speech
Young Hudston's eyes were eager
would you be willing to tell that t.
the audience?"
Tell it to anybody in the world il
amt any secret
Raber nodded sharply to Hudston
who cried:
You're the very man to introduce
me, Capn Titus. Will you?"
The big audience that stretched foI
fifty yards in front Of the bandstand
thickly settled portion of the boom
city hushed it's confused chatter, and
a good many of it's members ex-
claimed with surprise as Capt. Biil
came up the steps at the rear OF the
stand into the illumination OF the
f1ambeaux at it's four corners, and 1ol-
lowed Travis Hudston to the rows OF
chairs that had been reserved for the
speakers Instantly the confusion OF
mind that Raber had counted on be-
who was reputed to be the wealthiest
ex-ranger in Texas doing on the
stage at such a meeting as this?
A local I. W. w. leader called for
order and introduced a local speaker
The man made talk concerning only
come to the meeting expecting to hear
violence preached began to get IN
easy and disappointed. Then the
chairman introduced our friend and
| fellow-townsman. Capt. William t
Titus and the crowd hushed itself.
II have come here" Bill announced
"at the request of the son of one OF
the best friends I ever had to intro
duce him and tell you who he is.
reckon a good many of you know who
tn To- L. VI1ta nd hnx
he come by his name. ! was in the
rangers with Jack, and he shore did
nearly laugh his head off when he
was in the thick Of a bad fight-but
his laughin' didn't interfere with his
shootin' any that could be noticed"
A murmur of approval rustled
through the crowd.
I've taken part in quite a number
Of little affairs with Jack" Bill went
on. II knew him when he was just a
young Teller on the Bar V Triangle
Ranch. and ! knew him when he
long as he stayed in the service. and
I knew him through all the rest OF
his life up to the very day he was
killed. and there wasn't a yellow
streak in him from his hat to his
spurs. And that's why I'm standing
here tonight to introduce his boy and
tell you something about him-be-
cause 1 think Jack Hudston would
want me to do just what I'm here to
do. But before i go any farther I've
got a little message I've been asked
to give you from the governor of the
state of Texas.
What the governor asked me tc
say to you men of Spiller was this
We in Texas amt afraid of publicity
And the governor asks you to lei
every speaker at this meeting who
! has got anything he wants to say. say
it So I'm asking you-and I'm speak
ing Tor the goVernor-to hear what
is to be said. and to listen respect
IuIly. "nether you agree or not. l in
troduce to you. gentlemen, Mr.. Travis
Hudston of New York city"
Hudston. as he faced the audience
! thought that Bill must have got car.
ried away by his own elouuence ia
have forgotten to tell the crowd more
about who he personally was, He also
regretted that the captain had refer
red to him as a New Yorker: he would
rather, on this occasion, have been
credited to his native state. AS the
applause began to lessen, he held uu
ms mana Tor more complete silence
and shouted. in a trained voice that
| carried to the farthest reaches of the
, crowd:
"Comrades.'
There is no need to repeat the speech
here: the transcript of what he said
at first would be, albeit perhaps i,
| was there not put in as good English
as he used. almost word for WORD
what you have heard shouted bv
/ soap-boX orators in Union Square. He
knew Bill Titus was man of his
word, and not in months had he dared
| in public place to come SO near &c
speaking exactly what he thought
| Then, carried away by his own enthu.
siaSm he talked too much
"What have We. the laborers of the
world, to do with national fiagso" II,
| cried. What are the flags of capital.
| istic states and capitalistic nations tt
US? Pieces of bunting. sewed to-
gether, to which organized wealth
! commands that We shall bow down il
what capital cunningly calls patriot.
ISM"
| There were shouts of NO" That
! be about all"' That's going too far"
| while Iabcr and his followers cheeret
! and shouted down the protesters neal
| them.
Wait" Quiet" "Cap'n Titus want.
| to speak" Sam Burns and his old
| timer friends started the demand FOL
! order. Gillespie's drillers helped i
swayed with them. and then Rabcr
| who had wide experience with men il
| the mass and sensed more of an oppo
sition than he had anticipated addet
his voice and the voices of his lien