ut Beverly Park, was
then called to the stand to tell of the trip to Everett and the trouble
that resulted. Prosecutor Black displayed his usual asininity by asking
in regard to preparations made by Verona passengers:

"What were they taking or not taking?"

"There might be two or three million things they were not taking," cut
in Judge Ronald chidingly.

Black's examination of the various witnesses was aptly described by
Publicity Agent Charles Ashleigh in the Industrial Worker, as follows:

"His examinations usually act as a soporific; heads are observed nodding
dully thruout the courtroom and one is led to wonder whether, if he were
allowed to continue, there would not be a sort of fairy-tale scene in
which the surprised visitor to the court would see audience, jury,
lawyers, judge, prisoner and functionaries buried in deep slumber
accompanied only by a species of hypnotic twittering which could be
traced eventually to a dignified youth who was lulled to sleep by his
own narcotic burblings but continued, mechanically, to utter the same
question over and over again."

During this dreamy questioning Black asked about the men who were
cleaning up the boat on its return trip, with a view to having the
witness state that there were empty shells all over the deck. His
question was:

"Did you pick anything up from the floor?"

Instantly the courtroom was galvanized into life by Collin's startling
answer:

"I picked up an eye, a man's eye."

The witness had lifted from the blood-stained deck a long splinter of
wood on which was impaled a human eye!

The story of Fred Savery was typical of the unrecognized empire builders
who make up the migratory class. Fred was born in Russia, his folks
moving to Austria and then migrating to Canada when the lad was but two
years old. At the age of nine he started at farm work and at twelve he
was big enough to handle logs and work in the woods. Savery took the
stand in his uniform of slavery, red mackinaw shirt, stagged-off pants,
caulked shoes, and a battered slouch hat in his hand. The honest
simplicity of his halting French-Canadian speech carried more weight
than the too smooth flowing tales told by the well drilled citizen
deputies on whom the prosecution depended for conviction.

Cooley dwelt at great length on the constant travel of this witness, a
feature incidental to the life of every migratory worker. Even the judge
tired of these tactics and told the prosecution t