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JOHN D. ROCKEFELLER, JR., AND JOHN LAWSON!
HOW THESE TWO MEN LINE UP
The jail, built to house only a few
prisoners, now has 26 men in it The
12 cells, arranged in two tiers, one'
above the other, front on a narrow
corridor. During the day the prison-
BY EDWARD T. LEECH
Trinidad, Colo., Sept. 29. While
John D. Rockefeller, Jr., is complet
ing his campaign for friendship, the
thing which he found his millions
couldn't buy, John R. Lawson, his
leading opponent in the industrial
strife which drenched Colorado with
blood, is .lying in the little jail here,
confined in the same quarters with 25
While Rockefeller lived In ease at
the Cardenas hotel, Trinidad's best
' hostelry, Lawson gazed through the
, barred windows of a little stone jail
which was built 30 years ago and has
been condemned by the Colorado
prison board as unsanitary and unfit
While Rockefeller took long auto
trips through the bracing air of
southern Colorado, visiting his min
, ing camps which dot the country
down here, Lawson paced the roof of
a tier of cells and breathed his only
fresh air through a hole cut in the
rear wall of the Jail.
On the 23d of Steptember, 1913,
the miners of southern Colorado
went out on strike. Two years later
to a day I was ushered through a lit
tle, black corridor to an iron door,
with a little, square, barred grating.
John Lawson thrust his hand be
tween the bars, smiled and said:
"Never better," he said, in answer
to a question as to his health, and
he looked it Big, square-shouldered,
John Lawson has a battle ,to fight
' yet He feels that the fight has just
begun. And he's keeping in condi
tion. "I walk all I can in this limited
space," he said. "I keep by the win
dow and get fresh air, And, above
all, I'm optimistic so I manage to
keep in good health."
Yet it isa fight for Lawson even
to keep hitfjhealth, let alone his opti
mism, in the county jail here.
ers are free to pace this corridor or
to walk on the roof of the upper tier
Mexican, negroes, Italians confin
ed for crimes of every nature min
gle with Lawson in the same corridor.
On this particular afternoon two card
games were furnishing most of them
amusement Others were cooking in
their cells for the men cook their
own meals. !
"There isn't much to say," Lawson
declared, when asked how he spent
"At 7 o'clock they open the cell
doors and at 9 o'clock at night they
close them. At night I sleep in a
cell with Louis Zancanelli,. the miner
convicted of the murder of Walter
"Louis does the cooking. He's fry
ing fi. chicken now. We buy all our
food outside, and Louis is a good
cook. That's the one bright spot in
this whole jail being able to have
him for a ceir mate."
During the day Lawson occupies
himself with reading and writing.
"It's at night I have my trouble,"
he said. "The cell we are in is so
narrow that I have to stretch my
hammock caticorner to keep my feet
and head from touching the walls."
Even during his time in jail John
Lawson has been helping others. His
fellow prisoners, who have come to
love him, though Zancanelli is the
only one confined here as a result of
the strike war, tell how he succeeded
in cleaning up the jail after he en
For one thing, the prisoners didn't
get fresh air. Lawson pleaded with
the jail authorities for an improve
ment, and a ventilating hole was cut
in the rear wall. Then he persuaded.