The Washington times., 1937-02-05
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about 500 OF them-or simply
hoodlunns, I do not know.
To my acquaintance SAID:
II thought the Vigilantes
agreed to stay at home
He replied:
"There are a lot of things go
ing on in this town that you
don't know about"
I begged to be taken along
Finally he said:
publicity might help at that"
He made me promise that
wouldn't peep, that no matter
what happened I'd pretend to be
one of them. I promised.
He drove out Saginaw Street for
several miles and joined four other
automobiles. A man stepped up
to our car and turned his tlash-
light on us, demanding:
who's with yOu?"
The acquaintance said:
Don't worry, brother, he
wants to clean the buns out
too"
THE TRIP STARTS
The man didn't like it, but
didn't argue. He and another got
into our car. He said:
Follow the Buick"
We passed a cemetery and a
sign-post pointing to an airport;
otherwise I haven't the slightest
idea where we went My friend
asked:
Did you get him?"
One of the men said:
yeah, we just went into the
saloon and took hm out. He'd
had about 10 BEERS"
The other said:
"He won't be beating up law
abiding citizens after tonight"
gathered that their victim was
union man from out Of town and
that he was suspected of attack
ing a taxi driver during a minor
disturbance.
Hats at Corn Field
The Buick made a sudden left
hand turn and pulled at the edge
of a one-lane highway. To the
right was corn field. The victim
spoke not a word. One of the group
said:
Nov, then, you - you feel
like being tough now?"
Said the victim:
GO to hell"
Someone slapped him. couldn't
see his face, but heard his teeth
click.
He repeated:
go to hell"
Another slap. This time he hit
back and one of the men floppeo
in the snow. Six or seven went
after him then. Everyone was
hitting everyone else in their
eagerneSS to get at the man. He
went down and the attackers
broke up. Sowly he got to his feet
holding his jaw. A flashlight
showed blood running from hsi
mouth. A man with a club swung,
catching the victim Just below the
knees. He yelled. 1t was the yell
that got me; it was wrenched
from him. I found myself ours
ing.
SObS in Agony
They didn't let up on the victim
for a moment. One blow sent him
sprawling, arms outstretched, into
the snow. A short man yipped:
Better than the Ku Klux."
The victim couldn't get up. He
lay there, sobbing words that
didn't mean anything. One of the
men said:
Hes through. Let's CO."
My acquaintance and I, both
sick, did not need to be urged. We
hurried away. I asked:
What are they going to do
with him."
Guys in the Buick will take
him on another 10 miles and
dump him near some house."
"What'l happen to him."
My acquaintance said grimly:
He'll come back. He's been
through this before"
"You know him."
yeah, now shut up"
I asked the mans name. He
said again:
"Shut up"
COUP DE GRACE
Suddenly there was a scream.
My acquaintance said:
Thought so. Kicked him low.
They always do"
I said weakly:
Something ought to be done"
We got into the car. Black
shadows moved, one doubled in
agony. They drove away.
I returned to the hotel Some
reporters asked:
whats doing?"
I replied:
Nothing, quiet all night"
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