It is stOl the criminal court A man
is charged with murder. The
"chanceless hoy" has Teached the
end of the road. He has a lawyer
yes. But the trial doesn't last very
long. For the-l'chanceless" boy has
been a ward of he Juvenile Court,
he has served time in the Bridewell
the gray walls of the Joliet peniten
tiary closed around him for many
years. He has a record.
And when he leaves the courtroom
for the last time, you realize that you
have followed the story to its end.
Justice has done all it can do to the
"chanceless" boy. There will be a
hanging some morning, but that is
only the aftermath. Justice finished
when it sentenced him to hang for
The picture is almost complete,
isn't it, except for those things that
can be filled in with the imagination
The recklessness, the evil compan
ions which were all the boy could
find his hatred of an unfair world
his defiance of laws that punished
and punished arid' punished always
for the effect and never sought out
the cause his contempt for all life
including his own.
But I wonder why it is that we do
not take the "chanceless" boy when
he first stumbles and" set his feet in
the right path instead of punishing
him for stumbling? If the money
that is spent in maintaining these in
stitutions of punishment for the
"chanceless" boy were turned into
vocational schools where he could be
given care and love and training
it wouldn't have cost any more than
it cost to punish him but, ah, what
a different ending there would be to
SOCIALIST MEETINGS TONIGHT
Barrington Town Hall, Barrington,
HI.; Palatine, 111., Seip's Hall; 7th
ward, Woodlawn Masonic Temple;
15th ward, Van Humboldt school,
Rockwell and Hirsch sts; 28th ward,
Avondale school, Wellington and
Sawyer avs. ,
WE'RE FOR IT
By H. M. Cochran.
The man who dashed off "Home,
Is the man I'd like to meet
He must have been a family man,
To know that Home was Sweet
A bachelor life may strike some flY)
That's as the case may be.
I guess we're all built different,
A bachelor not for me!
Hurrah for the parsons who tie the
They win the prize by far.
The married men outnumber the
They have them there you are.
"My Wife's Gone to the Country," is
A song that's been about. .
But the man who dashed off "Home
Knew what he wrote about.
"How old are those ruins?"
"Eighteen hundred years."
"Dear me! And Just to think we
rebuilt San. Francisco in six years.
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