FREEDOM SHRIEKS "NAY! NAY!"
Philadelphia's select council is considering a bill, drawn by
John Fow, Jr., a son of the American Revolution, to prevent public
meetings in Independence Square except o celebrate "some gredt
public event?' of the past
Eabor leaders, Socialists, Bull Moosers, perhaps even Demd-
rratQ nnrl ntllor -Prillr ntifli nnlntno tin. .a n.nl..V.1.. Uanr. npinrr Tri
m dependenpe Square in which to perpetuate the crime of expressing
juucpciujciic opinion. i,nis must De put aown, even it it i;aKes tnc
great-great-grandsons of every American revolutionist who ever
sweat, swore or bled for freedom's sake to do it.
What! in Independence Square, in the "City of Brotherly
Love," in the state of Win: Pehn, let the people denounce their
oppressors or demand relief from oppression? Not on your life!
Let Liberty Bell clang! To arms, to arms, ye Sons of the American
Revolution! Somebody is trying to exercise the vicious right of
free speech in Independence Square! Shades T of Washington,
Franklin and Patrick Hjenry! shaH people get in Independence
Square and declaim about our Divine Right 'Baer and $4-per-week
Shall the common herd publicly asperse those magnificent
native sons, Quay and Penrose, whosexompact$ with captains of in
dustry keep prices up? Nay, nay! Not while Sons of Revolutions
can bulldoze or boodle select councils. Nay, in Independence Square
you may celebrate such great past event as Henry's "Give me lib
erty or give me death !" but fhe living patriot who tries to" get off
"Give me wages or give me potatqes!" is going to be clubbed and
'run in. ' "
Mrs. Allen's new servant came
to her the morning after hen ar
rival and sard: "I'm goin to lave
yez, munij today. I'll not stay any
. "Going to leave!" cried Mrs.
' Allen in amazement. "Whyin the
world are you going to leaye so
"Well, mum," said the girl,
'Jwhen I came yesterday morning
3bu gave me the keys to. yer
trunks and diawers to kape fer
"So I did," said the. mistress.
"That showed that I trusted you.
What is the matter?"
"Well, ydr see, mum," said the
servant,' "they don't one of 'em
Salvation Army's Thanksgiv
ing collection in Wall street was
$5.13. We can see how they
L might scrape up the 13 cents for
chanty, but that $5? Some Wall
street shark must have been ap
proached when financially seasick.
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