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or whether I did this deliberately, I don't know, but we had built up a kind of suspense by talking among ourselves, then by taking an adjournment and going out to the judge's chambers and being gone ten minutes, and the coming back looking as though we'd seen a ghost. We all looked as though we'd seen a ghost - the most solemn execution was about to take place. A hush of silence fell on the courtroom. They knew we'd seen a ghost. Even Harvey Ferris looked kind of white. He took off his glasses and looked up.

Mr. Mitchell looked very white and rose. He cleared his throat and said, that a painful duty had come to him and that he had a communication that he must read. But first he wanted to explain to the employers why he was reading this unusual communication. By this time pins could be heard if they were dropped. There wasn't a sound. Nobody breathed. He explained how men are insulted in their deepest natures, and so forth and so on. “These are workmen. These are human beings. God made them. They live here. They work here. They must be treated like human beings and when they are not the resentments that gather are terrible indeed. Because they have been so insulted they are so insistent upon having what they believe to be right and justice and having it guaranteed by the State Industrial Commission.”

Then he said, “With this preface I think I must read off





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