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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 20, 1912, Image 1

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WHY STREET CAR COMPANIES DON'T WANT TO SHOW
THEIR BOOKS IS EXPLAINED IN THIS ISSUE
THE DAY BOOK
500 SO. PEORIA ST.
398
TEL. MONROE 353
VOL.2,NQ.46 Chicago, Wednesday, Nov. 20, 192 ONE CENT
MEN AND WOMEN FIGHT LIKE BEASTS TO HEAR
CECELIA FARLEY'S STORY OF SHAME
riot miss a word of that pitiful
story ! Hear the whispered com
ment! That scream? Oh, that just
came from a woman 'whose arm
was broken in the rush for seats.
Not a very nice picture this,
you say? Perhaps it isn't, but it
is a true one, that was lived and
suffered and enjoyed at Colum
bus, O., yesterday.
That girl whose face is twisted
by the agony of her thoughts, is
Cecelia Farley, accused by the
state of the murder of Alvin Zol
linger, her betrayer.
The wearied looking judge on
the bench -is Judge Evans. The
twelve men a jury of ordinary cit
izens Who must decide whether
Cecelia Farley shall live or die or
spend her bleak days in prison.
And the crowd of fighting men
arid women? That is just an or
dinary - crowd of fathers and
mothers and brothers and sisters.
This is the story told by Cecelia
Farley yesterday as her voice
broke in passionate sobs of shame
and humiliation : v
"I was only sixteen when I met
Zollinger at a dancing school.
Kewas very attentive Jto me, J
A judge, with the wearied iook
of his kind, sitting on a high
raised bench.
Twelve men with white,, strain-,
ed faces and the life of a fellow
human being in their hands.
A struggling, . fighting crowd
of men'and women, thirsty for the
story of 5. girl's shame.
And the lone figure of 'a slim,
black-slothed girl, with the dark
shadows .of sleepless nights on
her face and the terror of death
in her eyes, baring the sordid
story of her life.
Listen to the choked voice of
the girl as she struggles, to keep,
down the bitter sobs of humilia
tion! Hear .those other sobs coming
from the. libtle-gray-haired Vwo
man in the corner, whose heati isj
bowed in her hands !
That is the4girl's mother Over
there, the one who ( brought her
into this world, who suckled' her
at her breast, , who watched over
her habyhood day and night un
ceasingly only to see this end.
Hear the rustle of the people.in
the court room, as they crush still
farihsr forward that they may.

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