d bent his head back on the back of the machine.
The ex-President looked into his eyes for a second or two and the
ex-President shook his head, and then turned away. I turned to the
ex-President and I said:
"Colonel, he hit you."
He said:
"He never touched me; he never touched me."
I said:
"You have a hole in your coat," and the Colonel put his hand to his
side and said:
"He picked me; he picked me."
This did not scare him. Then he addressed the crowd and said:
"We are going to the hall; we are going to the hall; start the machine;
go ahead; go on."
After we got up and turned on Wells street, we turned up about a block
and a half and the doctor and some friend opened the front of
Roosevelt's coat, and he turned then and saw the blood. Then he turned
pale. That is the first time I saw him turn pale was when he saw that
blood. Before we got to the Auditorium he had recovered as far as the
paleness was concerned. He was immediately taken into a side room
there.
(Mr. Zabel)--Did you have charge of taking the tickets at the
Auditorium?
(Mr. Taylor)--I was one of the committee the same as the rest of the
people that were around there with badges on; I had given out some
tickets.
What strikes me as peculiar about this affair is that this man Schrank,
claiming not to be familiar with the use of firearms, should be able to
select the kind of revolver that was used, a 38-caliber Colt with a 44
frame, one of the most deadly weapons made.
I may explain that the frame being large enables the shooter to have a
more deadly aim. The Colonel also remarked the same thing in regard to
this weapon, 38-caliber, a 44 frame.
Col. Cecil Lyon held the gun up to us to look at, and it was an ugly
looking weapon.
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Reference: It will be noted was made by members of the Roosevelt party
to a laboring man who struck Schrank's arm as he fired, and who was one
of the men who struggled with Schrank immediately after the shot was
fired. That man was Frank Buskowsky, 1140 Seventh avenue, Milwaukee. In
an interview Buskowsky said:
"I was so excited when I realized that the man next to me had shot at
Roosevelt that I felt like killing him, and I cried out at the top of
my voice as I held him, 'Kill him, kill the d----n scoundrel.'
[Illustration: John T. Janssen, Chief of Police.]
"The police must have thought that I meant Roosevelt, for when one of
them cam
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