the same quack who helped beat up the forty-one
members of the I. W. W. at Beverly Park on October 30th, 1916. His nerve
must have failed him or his pills would have finished what his
pickhandle had started.

"During the entire time of our confinement under McRae, drunken deputies
came into the jail and did everything in their power to make conditions
as miserable as possible for us. McRae was usually the leader in
villification of the I. W. W.

"When on January 8th a change of administration took place, we called a
meeting which resulted in an interview with Sheriff McCullogh. Among
other things we demanded a cook. For days the sheriff stalled us off. He
professed that he wanted to do things for our comfort. We gave him ample
time--but there was no change in the conditions. On January 15th the
matter came to a climax. For five days prior to this we had been served
with what some called 'mulligan.' In reality it was nothing more or less
than water slightly colored with the juice of carrots. If there had ever
been any meat in it that meat was taken out before the mulligan was
served. We called for the sheriff and were informed that he had gone
away. We called for one of our attorneys who was in one of the outer
offices at the time, but Jailer Bridges refused to let us see him.
Having tried peaceful methods without success, we decided to forcibly
bring the matter to the attention of the authorities. We poured the
contents of the container out thru the bars and onto the floor. The boys
in the upper tank did the same thing. For doing this we were given a
terrible cursing by Jailer Bridges and the drunken cook, the latter
throwing a piece of iron thru the bars, striking one of the boys on the
head, and inflicting a long, ugly wound. The cook also threatened to
poison us.

"That night when we were to be locked in, one of our jailers, decidedly
under the influence of liquor, was in such a condition that he was
unable to handle the levers properly and in some manner put the locking
system out of commission. After probably three quarters of an hour,
during which all of us and every I. W. W. in the world were consigned to
hell many times, the doors were finally locked.

"'By God, you s--s-of-b----s will wish you ate that stew,' was the way
in which the jailer said 'good night' to us. The significance of his
words was brought back to us next morning when the time came for us to
be unlocked. We were left in our cells without fo