' THE PUBLIC FORUM
By Mary Moncure Parker
Oh, hunted look in the eyes of the
The fear of thewolf. just beyond the
The haunting dread of those grip
Of the horrid, dripping, drooling
And the tainted, scorching, sick'ning
This is the life that is living death.
God! How the struggle wears!
It tugs at the fibers of heart and
The muscles are taut with the
Come, mother, with little one at your
You have no time for idle rest
"Up, up, you tiny ones from the floor,
Press with you hands against the
Hark, how he growls and tears.
Tears at the earth in frenzy wild.
Father, lean hard for your helpless
This is the daily struggle for life,
This is the mad, uneven strife.
Ah, hunted look in the eyes of -the
The fear of the wolf just beyond the
Who cares, dear God, who cares?
FROM A SURVIVOR. I wish to
say a little about the Eastland. 1
was on the boat when it turned over.
I was on the top deck near the cap
tain. About three minutes before she
fell over the captain was very un
easy and he leaned over and said:
"Do not let any more people on," and
said to the people on the top deck
to rush to the south side of the boat
I see in the Herald that Hull, the
general manager, says that the tug
pulled her over. That is wrong, for
the boat was leaning to the north be
fore the tug pulled and there were
two lines tied to piling, and when the
line on the forepart of the boat broke
then the boat went over and the cap
tain jumped to the middle deck.
James Fowler, 5719 Love av.
GRAFT AND GREED It is with a
feeling of deep and heartfelt sympa
fhv that T venture to express a few
thoughts on the great calamity that
has befallen Chicago oy me smiuug
of the Eastland.
To me the tragic fate or tne vie
tims of the fatal ship is no surprise,
it in nnlv the natural and inevitable
result of the profit system. It is sim
ply one more sacrifice to tne mojocn
It has been said long ago that for
a certain percentage capital would
risk any crime, no matter how das
tardly. The sinking of the ship at
that dreadful hour on Saturday is
nothing more than the gambling of
life for mere gain.
The owners of the boat, its cap
tain, engineer and a lot of other of
ficials knew full well the condition it
was in, yet they allowed it to leave
the pier to its inevitable doom. No
words of protest will bring back from
the graves the innocent lives lost by
the unscrupulous lust for gain. Nay,
it will not even console the bereaved.
We may investigate and fix re
sponsibility, but so long as profit is
the end and aim of modern life the
invisible powers behind the thrones
will see to it that the guilty ones wlU
escape the hands of justice.
No amount of mourning will safe
guard the lives of people so long as
graft and greed are the keynotes of
the municipal affairs of Chicago.
There are thousands of men whose
business is to kill, maim and hold up
innocent men and women at' large
through the protection of politics. So
long as we tolerate such a state of
affairs, why do we complain about
If we really have the weal of hu
mnnUv at heart we ouebt to lend a
helping hand to those who are figbt
i tag to kill the dragon of profit So
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