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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 31, 1912, Image 2

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Ho so He 'said' it niijfht' lead ta
trouble. , ! ' '
Yesterday, Colonel Sweetser
announced that fro mthen on his
soldiers would look for trouble.
They found 'it. The death of
John Rami, yquh of 18, who was
Jayonetted in the back yesterday
as he ran from a soldier at whom
he was jesting, is expectecLat any
Later in the day, another man
was bayonetted also in the back.
He.is Peter Pstko, aiker. He
was fleeing frQtnJtheoldiers at
,Oak street anTSchool alley, when
he was speared in the back. 5fis
wound is not serious.
A denial was made by the offi
cers of the militia today that Jno.
Kami had been paygnetted by a
soldier. A dozejfc&those who
were with Ramfat-tlieime stana
ready to testify as to the truth.
Electric lighting plants and
trolley stations may have to close
down. Stationary firemen,' who
are affiliated with the American
Federation of Labor, have threat
ened to strike, unless granted an
Joseph Ettbh-frpm his cell, sent
a message of cheer to the strikers
"My arrest," he said, "only
shows how desperate is the Wool
Trust. They "know they cannot
prove the charge against me. It
was broughtonly to get me out
of the way temporarily. So far
sfs that is concerned, I was told
that they would "get me" soon
after my arrival in Lawrence
from New York.
You Tiaye other leaders. v Obey
them,' and you wilL win ihe
Berton Braley.
I "beat it," 'cause I'm built that
And everywhere I go, I get
My cue to "beat it!" night and
I never have escaped it yet ! .
I was a drummer with a drum ;
I beat it'tilL my ears were' sore,
So then I "beat it" like a bum
And never beat that drum"ho
My next job was a kitchen drudge
The cook he handed me an egg
And "beat it,n says he, like a
What gives a "floater" to a
And so I "beat it," as he said,
An' left that kitchen warm and
t snug, x
But as upon my, road I sped
I met a woman with a rug.
Oh, "beat it," says she, clear'and
, And so I "beat'it 1" out of sight ;
I hear that "beat it!" all day long,
I hear it in my dreams at night.
Tney make me "beat it" east and
From town to town, from door to
But though I never get-no rest
I'll never "beat that drum, no
more. c
"But it will make no difference. 1

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