The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-07-29

came from other encampments.
From demolished buildings they
picked up bricks, and stormed the
thin line of police. Glassford was
hit; and his shield vas torn of in a
melee. A policeman was hurt, per-
haps Tatally.
In a free-for-all a veteran from
the Chicago stockyards district was
shot through the heart and killed
by policeman. Several others were
injured seriously. Both sides lost
control. Then came the military.
Thousands Watch Advance
Incredulous and troubled citizens
watched cavalry, infantry, artillery,
tanks, and hospital cars advance
down Pennsylvania avenue.
The grim-looking detachment
passed the treasury, and came down
the avenue toward the capitol, just
as government Offices closed and
poured their thousands of workers
into the street.
The people who watched said,
This is bad. This means trouble"
Down the avenue swung the cav
airy and mounted machine gunners.
In support were infantrymen. The
veterans Snatched off their hats as
the Stars and Stripes swept by.
The soldiers, abandoning military
discipline, looked straight into the
eyes of the enemy" on the side
lines. Some grinned, some looked
fierce, some Sheepish. The older
ones acted as if it were all in the
days routine. The younger ones
edmitted they had no heart for it.
They came sixteen abreast, led
by eight officers. The mounted men
on the side of the street near the
bonus claimants carried cooked,
black automatic pistols upright.
Those on the other side bore bare
swords.
Pistols Are Ready
BEHIND them were mounted ma
chine gunners with their weapons
strapped to their saddles. After
them came trucks with machine
guns filled with clips of cartridges.
A machine gunner leaped off his
horse, mounted his stubby, black
weapon in the middle of the street.
An elderly officer rushed up. Take
that away" he ordered.
Derisive shouts and catcalls came
from the bonus men:
ITO hell with Hoover" Here's
Hoover's Cossacks." What a war!"
"You weren't old enough to go
to France, were you, Buddy?"
Boo
The cavalry began to clear the
area. They drove spectators, re-
porters and policemen from the
sidewalk across the street. They
rode into groups of citizens, BRAN
dishing, but not belaboring, with
their swords. Protests from report
ers and residents were met with
get to hell out of here"
Gas Bombs Hurled
The doughboys advanced into the
mob of bonuseers, hurting their
bombs into the throng and upward
into the building In a few. minutes
the lot and buildings were cleared.
despite leaders reminder that "the
gas will blow away in few min
utes.'
1t did.
The wind blew the gas, not to-
ward the veterans, but across the
street toward the spectators. With
the gas came screen of mounted
troopers.
They dashed into citizens. who
were only too anxious to escape thee
scene.
HOveIs Are Fired
The infantry pressed on through
the area dotted with shanties. They
kept close behind the departing
residents, but still found time To
set fire to the novels. A fire engine
drove up, and the firemen tried To
quench the flames. A fat police
sergeant shouted to the fireman in
charge:
mol MOI Let it burn"
Behind their flaming camp the
veterans sought to make stand
but the cavalry prodded them on
They formed a ring of animal flesh
and steel.
Ragged men and women with a
mad light in their eyes darted out
from the opposite curb to taunt the
soldiers. Unprintable slurs were
hurled at the troopers.
Then the infantry caught I'D
again, and began to hurI bombs
But the veterans, half in fun, half
In madness, had framed a program
to meet this sort ofaattack. Risk
ing burned fingers, they picked up
the bombs and threw them back at
the army.
The troops crossed the river. The
cavalrymen spread their Lines along
the waterfront. There was tear gas
and bayonetS for veterans who
Jagged behind.
Afnbulances and patrols were sent
into the camp. The veterans began
firing their own huts.
A torch was applied to the row
Of huts occupied by a California
contingent. Flames lighted the sky.
Deeper in the camp, the evacuation
was in full swing. Trucks and pas
senger cars choked the narrow lanes
leading from the camp. -
The last tune Of the bonls army
died out to the cracking OF flames
Ind the laughs OF youthful infan-
ymen.