VOICES--Douglas? That's the president of the Steel Trust, I bet. Sure. I seen his mug in de papers. He's filthy with dough. VOICE--Hey, feller, take a tip from me. If you want to get back at that dame, you better join the Wobblies. You'll get some action then. YANK--Wobblies? What de hell's dat? VOICE--Ain't you ever heard of the I. W. W.? YANK--Naw. What is it? VOICE--A gang of blokes--a tough gang. I been readin' about 'em to-day in the paper. The guard give me the Sunday Times. There's a long spiel about 'em. It's from a speech made in the Senate by a guy named Senator Queen. [_He is in the cell next to YANK's. There is a rustling of paper._] Wait'll I see if I got light enough and I'll read you. Listen. [_He reads:_] "There is a menace existing in this country to-day which threatens the vitals of our fair Republic--as foul a menace against the very life-blood of the American Eagle as was the foul conspiracy of Cataline against the eagles of ancient Rome!" VOICE [_Disgustedly._] Aw hell! Tell him to salt de tail of dat eagle! VOICE--[_Reading:_] "I refer to that devil's brew of rascals, jailbirds, murderers and cutthroats who libel all honest working men by calling themselves the Industrial Workers of the World; but in the light of their nefarious plots, I call them the Industrious WRECKERS of the World!" YANK--[_With vengeful satisfaction._] Wreckers, dat's de right dope! Dat belongs! Me for dem! VOICE--Ssshh! [_Reading._] "This fiendish organization is a foul ulcer on the fair body of our Democracy--" VOICE--Democracy, hell! Give him the boid, fellers--the raspberry! [_They do._] VOICE--Ssshh! [_Reading:_] "Like Cato I say to this senate, the I. W. W. must be destroyed! For they represent an ever-present dagger pointed at the heart of the greatest nation the world has ever known, where all men are born free and equal, with equal opportunities to all, where the Founding Fathers have guaranteed to each one happiness, where Truth, Honor, Liberty, Justice, and the Brotherhood of Man are a religion absorbed with one's mother's milk, taught at our father's knee, sealed, signed, and stamped upon in the glorious Constitution of these United States!" [_A perfect storm of hisses, catcalls, boos, and hard laughter._] VOICES--[_Scornfully._] Hurrah for de Fort' of July! Pass de hat! Liberty! Justice! Honor! Opportunity! Brotherhood! ALL--[_With abysmal scorn._] Aw, hell! VOICE--Give that Queen Senator guy the bark! All togedder now--one--two--tree--[_A terrific chorus of barking and yapping._] GUARD--[_From a distance._] Quiet there, youse--or I'll git the hose. [_The noise subsides._] YANK--[_With growling rage._] I'd like to catch dat senator guy alone for a second. I'd loin him some trute!