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Editor Artist
Frank Perry Jack Blake.

The ARK is published twice each month,
the stencil cutting and mimeographing
being done by and through the courtesy
of the State Office, Kentucky Emergency
Relief Administration, Louisville, Ky.

The Transient Bureau is not responsible
for any of the views or opinions ex-
pressed in this magazine, nor is the
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We've discovered a solution for all our present ills
— it's so simple there must be a catch to it!

 

 

Instead of the present system under which everybody
labors to be good in soul and thought and mind and body,
so they will go to heaven when they die - let's believe
we're all coming back to earth again!

Not once - but many times, and in different nation—
alities and sexes. Let's believe we're going to be reward-
ed for all the kind things we do and say, for all the help
we give others, by coming back on this earth to live a
fuller life next time.

If we believed this — millionaires would leave all
their money to orphan asylums, gangsters would help old
ladies across the street, employers would do away with
child labor, everything would be shared equally and there
would be no wars, no want, no people working all their
lives ~ only to die in the poorhouse!

For all we know this might be the real idea in
living!

—- "Barnacle Bill"

"That’s a swell idea, Bill," we agreed. "How about
the loan of half a buck until payday? we need helpi?_n -.:'*

"Get to hell out of here," said 3111. "nemesis" '_
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Regarding the writing and Handicraft Contests, Director Herd
Byrd states he is well satisfied with the quality of the response.
He has substituted an improvement however. Instead of contests,
standing rewards for special achievements in these lines will be
given. The prizes will be about the same as in the contests. In
future, if you make, invent, draw, paint, or execute anything with
your hands - you get a prize. If it’s good enough! If you write
anything, bring it to the ARK and if its good we'll personally re—
commend it for a prize, and we'll help you spell, punctuate, and
space it. No waiting — no delay! Come on you so-called brainy guys
- read the notice on the bulletin board and get busy and make some
extra money.

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The Vocational School in Handicrafts is being held up on account
of lack of space. This will be remedied in about ten days. The lathe,
the band saw, the drafting instruments are here, and some other
things necessary for the school, and the time spent in school will be
allowed on work hours we understand. Full details will be given out
very shortly. Here's a chance to learn a trade fellows. Get next!

*************************

Something about our contributors to this month's ARK. Bruce
Carlton, who wrote "The Ebony Stick", is a graduate of Stanford, and
has had several stories accepted by Liberty. He is orderly in the
hospital. James R. Rogers is a very old man who has since checked
out because he would not take the "Shots”. He has turned in reams of
poetry. Paul Hock is a likable chap out at camp. we know nothing of
his background but we have seen him wrestle and he's good — very good.
John S. Hamilton, formerly editor of the Lighthouse, has since
checked out. Barnacle Bill is stillmdth us!

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Four of our boys secured work witJa '——-—4~J GU. E

carnival show the other day. It had Epyf' \\
been raining steadily for several daysT/h P\\
- was still raining in torrents when 5
the show boss drove up to the Center ‘
and asked for workers to put up the
tents. He got all he wanted right

away and the boys made an extra dollar
and got a good soaking. And some
people say that 80 percent of the boys
would turn down jobs if they were
offered! We're willing to bet the same
guy who said it would not have worked
in the rain and the mud for eight hours
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 Some of ou may remember Walter

\// Camp. He was one of ‘he
V//fi?// pioneers of Camp Blue Licks and worlced there as carpenter. waiter
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worked hard through those early d ys of the camp, and bossed the
building of the mess hall and other buildin
‘-row boat "Nellie" . His brother

    

5. He also built the

, Roy Camp, was here a few days ago
\;T\ and reports Nalter died over in Indiana a short time a o. na1l and

farevell - he was a good scout.

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Snorty Williams left us for New York and got as far as
Huntington, W} Va. ’

handed in the hoosegow there for twenty days -
ridinr a C a O freight! Better catch the 10:50 P.M. freight

fellows and get to Huntington in daylight} Just a tip - Shorty
caught the afternoon freight

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( {a} Goodness' — the case load jumped up to a couple of hundred

Y, /7<>’\ the other day. Several days of rain, a circus and a carnival

lL“;‘l_'K "_ trouble up in Ohio and Illinois, and maybe spring fever. Had to
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spread ’em around on the floors and dozens went down to the "Sally

But we stood the strain even though the floors did saCw a lit le.
Whereinel has that prosperity got to?

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) "Since the Federal Transient Bureaus refuse to take finger—
cfig¢7 prints of their ”guests", there is nothing in the world to prevent
g :; the five conv1cts who escaped from Frankfort Reformatory the other
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gett1ng "three

ay, clothing, shelter, and $1.00 a week spending money,
or work if available. Police are helple
service"

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day - or any other fugitives from justice or criminals - from
traveling about the country from bureau to bureau, ' *
squares" a de '
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so when a Federal "social
bureau refuses to co-operate with them.” -------- rrom a

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Louisv1lle newspaper. ————— we almost broke into tearsnvhen we read
the above — we felt so sorry for the poor policemen.

***************m**

"Check ’em out” Carroll lost his voice the other day He went

a '_ 4—
to the hospital for a dose of Sal Herpatica and "Doc" Barton rrave,
him: all that was left in the bottle.

t wasn't long before Carroll
was afraid to shout ~ if you get what we mean}

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 See by the papers the ”veterans” are contemplating a bonus
march on washington. Well, if they're anything liko the bunch that
got together for the last bonus march there’s nothing for Congress
to worry about. A couple of tear gas bonbs will chase them away!
The ”vets" have certainly been getting the best of it through this
depression - the CCC's are full of them, and special camps are all
over the country where they get $30 a month. we can't see where
they have anything to kick about. we were sap enough to volunteer
into the Canucks in the early days - otherwise we would be yelling

 

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Just to show what can be done under adverse circumstances -
a young fellow who has been in this bureau for several months,
working for a dollar a week, has been able to complete his school—
ing at the University and has also been able to put away a tidy
sum.from raising chickens and selling them. He was financed by
outsiders. He put in his thirty hours a week and asked few favors.
Rather a quiet fellow and with little to say for himself. Wants
to be a County Farm Agent some day.

******************

The Feraplane, of Clovis, N. Mex., has no appointed editor—
ial staff. They write, form, and print their magazine in their
own time outside of their regular work routine. Who do? Why
Farrell, Boxwell, Raney and Fay. The "Four Aces of the Skies".
More power to them, they put out a real magazine. Whatsamatter
with their Director? Can't he recognize talent when he sees it?
May swipe your poem, Farrell. Do you mind?

 

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Here's the results of the last writing and Handicraft Con-

 

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WRITING CORTES?
0 Poems ---------------- James R. Rogers ---------- .50
} Editorial ------ — ----- Frank Perry -------------- $1.00
\ Per. Experience ------ Tom McLeod --------------- .75
\ Short Story ---------- Bruce Carlton ------------ .75
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Painting ------------- Archer Carey ------------ - .90
1o-. WCodwork ————————————— Joe Engessor——--- -------- .90
"-" Pencil Drawing ------- Jack Blake ——————————————— .90
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 Ye stood on the outskirts of Miami, Barnacle Bill and me, with

guy'solitary two dollar bill. That was all that was left of our bank
, oll.

    

I "Let's hitch hike over to Tampa,“ suggests Bill, "and see what
we can find." Pretty soon an old ramshackle Ford comes along with-
\\out a top. There's an old guy inside with a corn cob pipe in his
mouth, and he stops with a clatter and opens the rear door. "Hop in,”
he says, "I’m going to Tampa. Will that be O.K. with you?” It
\certainly was!

We whizzed along the Tamiami Trail all that morning until we
came to a concrete road that branched off to the left and went down
into the Everglades. "I’m.going down this way a piece,” says the old
man. "Will be gone about two hours. Do you want to come along and
wait, or will you take a chance on another pick up?” After looking
at the cars roaring past, we decided to tag along with the old man.
"What's the hurry?" said Bill.

% So in an hour the old man pulls up at a trail, locks the car
{and leaves us to look at the scenery. He barges his way through the
saw grass, carrying an empty sack and we figured he was after moon-
shine. There was nothing in sight but the blue sky, miles of saw
grass, hammock clumps covered with trees and palms, and flocks of
'white herons.

ka The canal at the side of the road was full of jumping fish, but
we had nothing to catch ’em with and the sun was hot. We got out of
the car and walked around and explored. we chased snakes into the
water, and being thirsty, we tasted it. t was fresh. No cars passe
along this road and everything was still and quiet. It began to

get on our nerves. "Wish that guy would hurry up and come back," //
said 3111.

we were getting hungry, and finally decided to go down the
trail taken by the old man and look see. The trail ended on the
-v bank of a canal winding through the saw grass which )\
' was over our heads. "Must have taken a boat," mused /
Bill. we made out way back to the road as the :
::’ mosquitoes were pretty thick down there. i
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By and by the sun gets to sinking in the
West and we're damn good and hungry by now.
We have nothing with us to eat
and a search of the car provided
nothing but an old razor blade.
We had shipped our clothes a— a
k \ ‘ ! head and had on only the usual at
'\"\-} , /,/whites. Soon it was dark, and a
\\\ x'the mosquitoes came after us in
:§§§§;;’*”:§\\\E;nillions s we lit a fire and
sat in the smoke. The wild cats
'-~““t angs'coons howled all around us,
\\ t efmcsquitoes~bit usaandr’fixwere:~:>’,,’

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 Along about midnight we got fed up. ”To hell with this,” said
Bill, "let's walk back to the Tamiami Trail. This guy must have got
bit by a snake and we're liable to be here forever.” So we started
back towards the Trail.

we got there about daylight and pretty soon the cars started to
whiz by. It was a long straight stretch of road and everything went
by at ninety miles an hour. After a couple of hours of thumbing we
gave up and started to look around for something to eat. Bill spied
a soft shell turtle at the edge of the canal and makes a dive for it.
,It ended with both of us falling in the canal - but we finally got
the turtle.

We cut the damn thing's head off with the razor blade after
getting bit a couple of times, and threw it on a fire to roast. we
looked like hell now - unshaven, muddy and dirty, and our faces
swelled up with mosquito bites. But that turtle tasted good, and
curious people in cars passed us and wondered what we were up to.
But nobody stopped to give us a lift. we caught another turtle that
evening and roasted him over the fire. we might as well have been on
a desert island.

After the mosquitoes got thick that night, we started to walk
to Tampa. The cars whizzed past faster than before. WC spent the
night slapping at mosquitoes and cussing cars and ourselves. Towards
morning the mosquitoes let up a little and we caught another turtle
and roasted him over a fire. This turtle business was getting monoto—
nous. There was nothing in sight that even looked like a house - we
were well in the middle of the Everglades.

If we looked tough yesterday we took the cup today for beauty:
Our whiskers stuck out all over our faces, our whites were most any
color but white, we were sunburned and our faces swelled to twice the
usual size with mosquito bites. ”You look like hell," said Bill, as
he grinned through his whiskers.

Towards noon, while We're plodding wearily down the Trail, thi ”—
ing of ham and eggs and cold beer and coffee and things; a car halts
. with a clatter and we look up to see the old man who had ditched us
down the road! "Holy smoke!" he exclaimed, giving us an incredulous
look, "what in hell happened to you guys?" we tumbled wearily into
/ the back seat and listened to his explanation about how he had got
on a drunk with his moonshine friends in the "Glades.” We're asleep
when he barges into Naples and knocks off a wheel against a lamp
post or something. we set off to the city to find
garage man.

    

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At the edge of town we find one 5 c
and sends him out to the old man. ¢(:
“Across the street we see a lunch (c‘
“/stand and we stagger wearily over 1
/> and perched ourselves on a couple
\/i/ of stools.

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Cornelius Ayres' family had been the oldest in St. Thomas. He was
the las st of line, save only for his son Derek, the ne'er do well,
*whos e disappearance from the town was the second of his father’s trag-
edies, yet Cornelius still bore himself well. "A courtly old gentleman"
they said; "the soul of Southern puncilito.’

In his forties his appearance had been further distinguished by
the Homburg black velour that he always were, and the ebony silver handled
cane that he always carried, though for the last decade he had discarded
these articles. He still lived at the corner of La Brea and Vine, in the
large house where his young and beautiful wife had so suddenly and so
tragically died when Derek was ten years old.

The boy had been unusually close to his mother, inheriting her tastes
and worshipping hei. Always before bedtime they would be found by the book
shelves, the mother ill a large chair, the youngster at her feet.

So one evening after the boy had gone to bed, Cornelius Ayres, busy
until then in another part of the house, had come to find his wife seated
in the chair, a volume of poems fallen from one hand - a stiletto like
wound in her breast. She had been stabbed through the heart.

he possible motive was revealed for so cold- -blooded a murder. No
weapon had been found. A library window was open where the intruder must
have entered, but no footprints were left.

Derek was heartbroken over his mother’s death, and suffered a severe
illness. Afterward, always subject to morbid brooding, the father had
thereafter devoted himself to the boy. Derek at twelve had developed a
wayward disposition, and at fifteen he disappeared completely, after'what,
it had been admitted, was a violent disagreement with his father.

After mak ng strenuous efforts to trace the boy, the father said,
"Never have I seen such a chanze in a boy. I did everything for him that
I could. Now he exists for me no longer."

Tonight, the old gentleman sat alone at his desk in his library,
fingering a slim volume he had taken (/1>
from the shelves. For a moment he (1/; :b§
glanced at the written inscription ‘
on the flyleaf. The summer evening {/L‘
was darkening towards eight o'clock, Iv

 
  
 

and the French windows behind his ‘-

chair were wide open. Only one lamp
in he room.was lit.

New, impatiently turning over a
page of the book, he saw a shadow slant\‘
across it. He swerved around in his
chair. In the dark window stood a tall
figure dressed in a summer linen suit,
with a Panama hat and walking stick.
Ayres exclaimed "Who are you,sir?

What do you mean" - his hand was in
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The other removed his Panama with a sweep. "It's Derek, father. I
have come to report. After ten year's search I have found him. For a
long time he had lived abroad. I engaged his friendship. Or dees that
interest you?”

All color had left the old man‘s face. "You have the advantage of
me,‘ he said. "I have not the slightest idea of whom you are speaking.”

"No?" answered Derek. ”Perhaps I can explain--” Suddenly he broke
off as his glace fell on the book the old man had been reading. ”Why,
that's what she was readine that night, wasn't she?”

”I dont know what you mean!”
H , , g . .
I mean - the night - you killed her.” Derek's veice was tait.

"Stop!” cried the elder Ayres. His hand came out of the desk drawer
with something gle sing. With a quick movement Derek disarmed him, thrust-
ing the pistol into his pocket. Cornelius shuddered back into his chair,
his lips writhing.

"Not two murders, father," said the s n. "Though I can see you've
been expecting me all thes> years. I have a few words to say to you.
Before you married my mother she knew Morton Conley, the poet, the author
of the book you were reading.”

”You thought they were lovers," continued the son. "You were wrong.
If I hadn't proved that to my satisfaction I would not be here. But you
were ruthless. Murder of the utterly innocent is the worst murder of all.
Here's the .only letter my mother ever wrote to Conley. It‘s hardly incri-
minating, telling as it does of her happiness with you. He gave it to me
voluntarily. Read it!”

Cornelius lurched forward, his glance traveling toward an ebony
cane standing in the corner - an ebony cane with a silver handle. Derek
reached the cane before the old man could grasp it.

"So, you have never let it out of your sight through all these
years," Derek remarked. "I have always known. Even as a child I felt it.
You even talked to it when you thought you were alone. Once, spying on
you, I heard. Then, I knew."

"You're mad. Insane; l—-”

There came a metallic click and Derek sprang backward, a naked
rapier in his hand. The ebony cane, now an empty scabbard, fell between
them. The elder Ayres stooped and picked it up.

Derek turned the rapier quickly and thrust its edge towards his
father. "Perhaps you made a bad job of cleaning it. Look closer, father.
It almost looks like - rust - on the blade!"

The stick of the sword fell from the elder Ayres' hand, as with a
choking cry, he crumpled to the floor. Cwiftly retrieving the ebony
sheath, Derek returned the blade to the innocent appearing scabbard, the
Silver ring around the handle snapped as the weapon was sheathed.

"well, father, this is goodbye." Derek paused beside the still
figure, stooped and placed the faded letter beside his father. Then,

*j;3 without a backward glance at the huddled shape that did not move, he

stepped to the windowy out into the night.
C3- —Bruce Carlton.

 

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"V E???) O I R“

We have gathered up all the ”Dont’s” around her and put 'om in one
place so you can digest the“. Here they are. “Check 'on.out" Carroll
says you'll either mind them.- or out you go!

 

Dent shave or wash between 8 to 9:30 A. h. and l to 1:30 P. M. - the
help need the sinks to fill wash buckets, and the sinks need to be cleaned
sometime}

Dent smoke in the dining room.— if you do the help will smoke toe -
and drop ashes all over the feed!

Dent hang around the kitchen — give the boys room to accumulate
things for the hash!

Dent hang around the front of the building — the cop on the beat
says he's getting tired of stumbling over feet and pedestrians cant get by!

Dent spit on.the floor — it makes things slippery - even if it does
make you feel at home!

Dent go to bed - if you're over forty - without visiting the corner
reel. The sign on the door says "Gentlemen" but dont let that stop you -
barge right in! If you.must swim, go out to camp!

Dent come past the gate to the office except on business. Find another
hang out - the boys must work sometimes. This doesn‘t apply to those who
wish to bring items of interest to the ARK —‘we never work!

’////// Dont get caught drunk or drinking. Do it down the track and sleep it
Eaj:fl//’off in a box car. It’s the calaboose — not a check out — for this

offense.
W\ Dent sit on the eel table — the sides might fall off!
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Dent go into the dormitory between 6:50 A. M. and 9:30 P. M. - some
of the men object to having their shoes and clothing thrown through the win~
dows to an accomplice below while they are working. When we‘re all together
its catch as catch can — an even break!

Dent hang around the boiler room. This "Dent" will soon be off the
list as the weather gets warmer.

Dent drink all the cream off the milk before it goes into the coffee
~ this applies only to the kitchen and dining room help. The rest of us
never get a chance!

Dont forget to see the doctor when notified. You may need overhauling
or sumpin‘ - it's free!

Dont forget to answer the roll call at 8 A.M. and l P.M. - it's the

 

only way to find out if you are still around and someone else may get

 

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Dent smoke in the dormitory - we dont care if you burn but we need this
place to sleep in!

That's all - 0h, dent think that ”Check 'em out" Carroll wont do it!

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The rumblinms about laundryman William.11T Chill being a Chinaman

finally developed into a roar on Iodncsday, an l;th, and exploded in
the “orm of a warrant, sworn out by Terk Supervisor John Henderson,
charging 3i+0hell with beinr a native of China who had gained entrance
into this country without the knowledge of inma.grs tion officials.
hendorson explained that as a native of Erir he objected to a Chinmsan
using an Irish name}

3—»

Before a packed audience of zen, women, and chi1dren, residents of
Blue Licks and surrounding counties, and members of the camp, the pris-
oner was led before what is sometime es called the car of justice by "Sher—
iff" Bob Swafford. To accommodate the large crowds, a special court was
arranged in the Blue Licks Schoolhouse. Hon. Ed Sampson, Democratic Nominee
for Assembly, presided. A mixed jury of twelve citizen: was selected from
the audience.

Court was called at 6:50 P. K. by Clerk of Court H. Brooks. The first
witness was John Henderson, who tosti: ied he had known the defendant about
three months; that the defendant had worked ior him ard proved a good
worker, but he ha shown tendencies of Chinem heritca age and that he, Hen-
derson, did not 111:0 Chinese. As the witness took the stz d, the defendant
said something about "his pants", pointing 'to those Henderson was wearing.
This seemed to confuse John, but under the WkL llful loading questions of
the prosecuting attorney he soon regained his composure. Defense Attorneys
Lewis Kirchgessner and Paul Hock tried in vain to shake the witness'
testimony. John said Mitchell was a Chinaman and he didn‘t like Chinese.

"Soldier" ' oonjemin Moore swore he served three yea-s in the U. S.

Army during 1912-15 — 14. One on the Mexican border and RIO in China.

He testified a chink ran a laundrv near the army post where he was stationed
at Laredo, Texas, who was or 1e rnd the same defendant because both men had
large front teeth with a wide separation in the middle. The defendant
showed his contempt for the w:1tness »t this juncture by exposing his teeth
to the audience. The witness Clflim‘.€§ a knowledge of the Chinese lang' uage
and stated he had heard Mitchell pre ying in Chinese in his tent one night.
Paul Ilock, leading for the deiense, tried to confuse the witness by asking
him to prove his knowledge of the Mongol tongue and carry on a conversation
with the defendant. ”Chink” Mitchell shouted ”Chop Suey Chow Mein" at
Moore, but he refused to answer.

Ralph walker was the next witness for the state. According to Wc.lksr
Mitchell had given every indication of being a Chinanan while in the
dining room because he frequently
asked for a second helping of rice.
A pair of chop sticks was intrOv v
duced as evidence, Waller statinr"
he had taken them from Mitchell”
during a meal. They were made “*
of red paper, about as long as a
pencil. l’itchcll only smiled.

The defense called the accused
as their first witness. Visibly

shaking from.the effect of the
trial the grey haired, aged, and
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old man required the help of his lawyers to shuffle into his seat on

the witness stand. He testified he was born in Pekin, China, November

10th, 1865; that he came to this country January 1950, and his occupation
was "washes, washee, alla time washee.” It developed he was a friend of

the President, that he was in this country incognito with official sanction,
and that he had not been on the Mexican border twenty-four years ago.

E.C. Galloway, who claimed to be a personal body guard of the ”Chink”,
was called to the stand and testified while rambling around the world in
1950 he had "run into" the job and had been in the employ of One Low Lung
ever since. The prosecutor tried to confuse the witness by making it appear
that he had landed in China before he said he had left New York, but like

true knight of the road, Galloway had a ready answer for all questions
about his movements and whereabouts at given times. When asked where he
had landed, Galloway replied "Tn jail”.

The next and final witness was John Hamilton, wearing a gold looking
badge. He stated he was a secret service man, detailed by official instr—
uctions to guard One Low Lung and rqiort any attempts at molestation by
his enemies. he defense brought out that Mitchell landed in U.S. territory
in 1950 and had been peacefully working as a laundnwnan.

Early in tie trial Prosecutor Preston objected to the presence of
Kirchgessnor on the defense counsel on the grounds he had previously been
found insane in the same court. Kirchgesrnor countered that it was true
he had been found insane, but had since been declared cured, and that Preston
at that moment was under suspicion of being ”touched in the haid" and that
he, Kirchgessnor, was Preston's legal guardian: The Court laughed, but the
damage had been done.

Completing the appeal for the defense, Paul Hock pointed out the age
and past good record of Mitchell; the fact that he was the best laundryman
in camp; that he had intended no wrong in assuming an Irish name; that he
had enemies who were plotting against him; and that he shouldn't be banished
from camp because several of the men owed him money. The Prosecution used
one minute allowed for rebuttal to harangue the defense about their psyco—
pathic tendencies, their nationality, and raised a technical question
about the absence of a Presidential seal on the White House documents.

The jury retired fez about two minutes and returned with an admission
one of them.had been ill and had not heard a word of thetrial. Then they
announced a verdict the prisoner should be hanged. Everyone in the court
was trying to talk at the same time. The judge sentenced the prisoner to
be hanged but failed to set the date for execution, and during the excite-
ment the bewildered ”Chink” slipped off to his tent and went to bed.

Chief Defense Counsel Kirohgessnor
stated he was going to apply for a new
trial and a change of avenue - or whatever
it was lawyers ask for when they lose a
case. One of he jurors was heard to
remark "inasmuch as a Chinaman wasn't
wanted in Blue Licks why wish him on
another country - better haig him." And
that seems to have been the conccnsus of
opinion.

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Mitchell is an actor. His portrayal
of a persecuted bewildered Chinaman would
have brought credit to a Barrymore.

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One of the first rules laid down by officials at the head of
the Transient Service Bureau was that no favors were to be shown
to any transients — that all were to be treated alike.

Yet what camp or bureau has not it's few members whose actions
are that of servility to the officers in charge? To anyone with any
authority, they will fawn on, and if the chance is offered to them,
will tell all they may know or guess about other members, in the
hope they will be noticed - and favored.

Their stakes are a quarter or half dollar extra a week; their’
very soul is on the block as a forfeit. They are despised for their
depravity - and the name for them is RAT.

If a consensus of opinion could be obtained on just what is
the lowest form of depravity into which a person can sink, the
majority of answers would be that it was the crime of kidnapping.
As a rule, only the wealthy are the victims of this crime. The people
engaged in this form of crine are'willing to risk their lives in
order to obtain a large stake.

But they are despised for their depravity - and the name for
them is RAT.

The only good thing one can say in their favor is that they
ask he favors when caught and take their medicine like men.

There are hundreds of transient bureaus and camps located in
the United States. To many of the transients these camps and bureaus
have become home. Tired and discouraged because of the knowledge
their ability as workers is not desirable to any wage payer, they
have accepted the last resource offered to them; that of selling
their ability to the United States.

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asks of these men is that they Rho)? [NT BBQEHU
labor thirty hours a week and
conduct themselves as decent
American citizens. They are asked,
in other words, to prove that they

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ihe Transient” is published bi-monthly by the National Assoc—
iation of Travelers Aid and Transient Service, 1270 6th Avenue, New
York. Since most of it is about transients - from the social workers
viewpoint - let's review the May issue. To settle the argument, bi-
monthly means every two months.

 

The first item is a request to subscribe - at $2.00 a year, six
ssu s. This takes the place usually occupied by the editorial of
;he average transient publication. Will probably produce more con—
crcte esults at that!

The next article tells of he value of the work done by transients
in California - $106, 205.06 worth of improvements to the state in one
month as the result of 265,509 work hours. Describes the class of work
done, including the cutting of 562 cords of wood. This is a recent
news release. That six cents of work on the total is intriglingl

Now comes "Be a good neighbor”. Describes hOW'transients have
been neglected in the pas by charitable organizations, and points
out the need for co-operation with the Federal Government since the
government has assumed the care of the transient. A call to the agen-
cies to ”get in on this" we presume. Cleverly wr