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from somewhere in the center of the hall this white-haired, be spectacled old lady, looking very ruddy. She said, “Yes, sir, yes, sir. I'd be glad to speak.” She didn't wait to be called. She just hopped right up. She was up there and in the witness chair in a very few minutes. She laid it on thick. She couldn't testify. She just made a speech. It was a propaganda speech. She was converting the commission and all the audience in the Board of Estimate room to her way of thinking about how badly her “biys” were treated out in Colorado, how the police did this and that, how they were turned out of their homes, how the babies died, how everybody got sick, how there wasn't enough to eat, how they had closed the commissary so that there was no place to even get food, much less get it on credit as they had been in the habit of doing. She told the seamy side of a mine worker's life when he's having a row with the employer.

It was pretty thick. She told how they got shot at, and so forth, how she got shot at, and how God preserved her - “Me guardian angle, he went right along beside me. I never got hurt once. Them dirty bullets, they was afraid of Mother Jones. They dodged off to the side when they saw me coming.” She was a very funny old woman.

Anyhow, it was a sensation. When she was through, they excused her and thanked here and she went back to her seat.