I am glad that it’s Ed Nolan, Tom Mooney, Rena Mooney, Warren Billings, and Israel Weinberg who are in jail at San Francisco, awaiting death—or _friends_. Not that I want such men and women to meet death, but I wish the friends to be able to come to the rescue, knowing that they are worthy of the best effort that rebel ever put forth for an individual. We are so tired of the revolter who whines when his turn comes to pay. So we can almost laugh with an almost glee in the thought that we shall not be cheated this time; these rebels do not whine. This is not a McNamara case. The prisoners are not going to “confess.” Even if they wanted to, they’d have to get the prosecutor to write their confession for them, for they did not cause the Preparedness Parade explosion. I know they didn’t, as you would know it had you read the transcript of the testimony on which the Grand Jury indicted them, or if you could observe their open efforts to provide every possible light on their actions. Dirty Hearst tried to lynch them. So did all the rest. All the rats from the cellar of life—Pastors of the Lord, Broadminded Editors, Illustrious Exceptions, etc., turned tail and ran—or helped in the near-lynching. All except _one Catholic priest_! They all thought it was 1886, that “the anarchists were to be hanged”—and one doesn’t believe in that _kind_ of thing, you know, and can’t sacrifice one’s great opportunity to good in general—and every skunk would stink alike, so all would be well. But this is _not_ 1886, and there _have_ been some to come forward, and the men and woman are going to be saved. With all Prominent Persons in their holes, a few unimportant workingmen, between announcements of their own hangings to come, have stirred up some of the labor unions to an extent that you would never believe possible, to do the unheard-of thing to be loyal to their fellow members. The International Workers’ Defense League, thoroughly discredited, as the papers announce, by having defended every labor rebel of recent American history, is taking contributions to the enormously expensive work. Simply to gather evidence and enlighten the few thousand who are not afraid, and to pay a high-priced lawyer to array the evidence—that is what we want your money for. Send it to the International Workers’ Defense League, Robert Minor, Treasurer, Room 210 Russ Building, San Francisco. And know that if we lose this fight it will be because a horde of “business men” have been judge, jury, and prosecutor against their five rebel enemies. It will not be because our men have flinched. When Ed Nolan says “the fear of death is the beginning of slavery,” he speaks the spirit of the five. We shall not be ashamed of these. The Labor Farce MARGARET C. ANDERSON I really must say what I think about this ridiculous bomb business.