The day book. [volume], July 24, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 11

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Our league has 30,000 petitions dis
tributed among the organizations and
we are endeavoring to get 175,000
names among the registered voters
who are in favor of municipal tele
phone system, with the object of hav
ing the question placed on the little
ballot the coming spring.
May we appeal to The Day Book
to co-operate with us? It is our earn
est desire that all readers of The Day
Book send their names and addresses
to the secretary of the Penny Phone
League with addressed stamped en
velope enclosed and we will gladly
mail you information on the subject
In closing, I will say that the Penny
Phone League is in this fight to win T
and every organization and citizen of
Chicago should lend their co-opera-
tipn, and when the council convenes
next October the Penny Phone
League will have grown from the '
small, creeping child as they remem-'
bered it when they left on their vaca
tion to a monstrous, roaring lion,
ready to devour in one crunch any
one or all the multitudes of politicians
and corporations who will dare to as-
sert themselves against the rights of
the people. Penny Phone League,
Horace B.v Wild, Secretary.
BOALT TELLS OF TRIAL ON BOARD TEXAS
BY FRED L. BOALT.
Vera Cruz, Mex., July 24. A
launch was waiting for me at the
Sanidad pier. In it was a slick and
slim young ensign. His hat was white.
There was gold braid on his chest. He
had on white gloves. And he carried
a sword! And all for me!
But I was not proud for long.
Soon I felt very small and very
much alone in a strange world.
For I was taken far out upon the
heaving Gulf of Mexico to a battle
ship than which there is no greater
or more powerful on any ocean a
great, grey battleship which hurls I
don't know how many tons of metal I
forgot how many miles a .huge en
gine of death and destruction which
cost you and you and you something
like $20,000,000 to build.
Whenever now I think of the
"Texas," I think of her, not as a ship,
but as a great floating monastery.
And whenever I think of the officers
of the "Texas," I think of them as
trim and dapper monks of the sea,
living cloistered lives and knowing
little and caring less about the great
world outside of the navy.
I did not get a fair trial on the
"Texas." I did not expect to get a
fair trial. Yet I cannot bring myself
to feel bitterly towards the men who
tried me.
It is simply that these officers of
the navy are not my kind or your,
kind. They do not think your
thoughts. They do not live your lives.'
They could no more get the viewpoint'
of a real estate man of Chicago, or ar
druggist of Erie, Pa., or a bricklayer!
of Seattle, Wash., or a milkman ofl
Sandusky, O., than a Martian could.
r I was ushered into a smallish roomi
off a larger one m which the trial wast
to be held. I found Ensign Richard-'
son there as big and massive and'
tanned as when I had met him underJ
other and pleasanter circumstances, i
But his tight-pressed lips were white.
He looked at me once, but not again.
Through the open door I could seei
the court convening. There was Cap-1
tain Albert W. Grant of the "Texas,")
grizzled as to features and apoplectic!
as to disposition. He was president
of the court of inquiry. There werei
his two associates, Captain Thomas
S. Rodgers, of the "New York," and
Commander George C. Day, both I
looking bored. They sat at one end
of the big mahogany table. At the"
other end was Lieutenant Nelson W.i
Pickering, who acted as "judge advo-t
cate" or prosecuting attorney.
Richardson had counsel, Com-
mander David P. Sellers. I had none.
It is true that Captain Grant tolds
me I might have counsel if. I desired.
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