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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.