their home circles, openly hoping that the I.
W. W.'s would come back and 'clean up.'"

Corroborating this is the report of President E. P. Marsh to the State
Federation of Labor.

"A dangerous situation existed in Everett after the battle of November
5. Public feeling ran high and anything might have happened. Half a
thousand citizens were under arms enraged at the Industrial Workers of
the World and deadly determined to stamp out their organization in
Everett. It is no exaggeration to say that literally thousands of the
working people of Everett were just as enraged toward the members of the
Commercial Club who participated in the gun battle. * * * As an instance
of how high the feeling ran let me tell you that on the following
morning the mayor of the city appeared on the (shingle weavers') picket
line with a high power rifle and told the union pickets that he had
every reason to believe that an attempt might be made by snipers to pick
them off. He asked them to scatter as much as possible, make no
demonstration whatever, and declared he would defend them with his life
if necessary."

Mayor Merrill, equally guilty with the deputies who were on the dock,
taking advantage of a means of spreading information that was denied to
the workers, directly after the massacre spoke from a soap box on the
corner of Wetmore and California Avenues, telling all who would listen
that he was not responsible for the trouble as the Commercial Club had
taken the power away from him and put it in the hands of McRae. The
insincerity of this vacillating lackey of the lumber trust was
demonstrated by his brutal treatment of young Louis Skaroff, who with
Chester Micklin and Osmond Jacobs, had been arrested and thrown into
jail when the three, bravely taking their lives in their hands,
attempted to speak on the corner of Hewitt and Wetmore two hours after
the tragedy. It was on Monday night about ten o'clock that the night
jailer took Skaroff into a room where Mayor Merrill and a man posing as
an immigration officer were seated. The fake immigration officer tried
to frighten the prisoner with threats of deportation, after which the
jailer beat Skaroff across the head. Merrill arose and took a hand in
the proceedings, buffeting the boy back and forth until he fell to the
floor. Then, with the aid of the jailer, Skaroff's fingers were placed,
one by one, beneath the legs of an iron bed in the room while the
ponderous mayor jumped up and down