Underneath, men danced about and yelled and waved their hats in the
air, and one man leaped up and caught one of the kicking feet and
hung onto it.
Then, above all the din, a voice was heard thru the megaphone, "Let
him down a bit! Let me get at him!" And those who held the rope gave
way, and the body came down toward the ground, still kicking, and a
man took out a clasp-knife, and cut the clothing away from the body,
and cut off something from the body; there was another yell from the
crowd, and the men in the automobiles slapped their knees and
shrieked with satisfaction. Those in the car with Peter whispered
that it was Ogden, son of the president of the Chamber of Commerce;
and all over town next day and for weeks thereafter men would nudge
one another, and whisper about what Bob Ogden had done to the body
of Shawn Grady, secretary of the "damned wobblies." And every one
who nudged and whispered about it felt certain that by this means
the Red Terror had been forever suppressed, and 100% Americanism
vindicated, and a peaceful solution of the problem of capital and
labor made certain.
Strange as it might seem, there was one member of the I. W. W. who
agreed with them. One of the victims of that night had learned his
lesson! When Tom Duggan was able to sit up again, which was six
weeks later, he wrote an article about his experience, which was
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