If Moyer and Haywood die!
If Moyer and Haywood die!
Twenty million working men
Will know the reason why!
-Protest Chant
Hellraisers Journal, Monday May 20, 1907
Boise, Idaho – Mrs. Haywood in Court Each Day
From the Albuquerque Evening Citizen of May 17, 1907:
MRS. HAYWOOD IS IN CONSTANT ATTENDANCE
—–By Jacob Waldeck.
Boise, Idaho, May 17.-A hush more impressive than any words of sympathy could be falls upon the court room crowd every morning when the big green cloth-covered doors swing open and Mrs. Haywood, wife of the man on trial here for the murder of ex-Governor Steunenberg, in an invalid chair, is wheeled to a space near the table provided for the lawyers for the defense.
As soon as court is called to order the prisoner is brought in.
Then the family circle is complete, but under the most pathetic conditions imaginable.
Haywood is six feet tall, broad-shouldered, his face furrowed with lines as the result of imprisonment and anxiety concerning his family. Beside him is his youngest daughter, Vernon [Henrietta], who, before his coming, has scrambled into the chair next to the one she knows he will occupy, that she may get the first caress.
Next to her is Mrs. Haywood and their eldest daughter [Vernie], the prisoner when he takes his seat, strokes Vernon’s [Henrietta’s] head, and with a smile speaks some term of endearment to the pet of the family.
Then he turns with a smile of love and cheer to the wan figure in the invalid chair. Her face is radiant and in the happiness of the moment all her troubles are forgotten as she responds to his greetings.
As the grind of court routine is resumed she settles back with an expression of care upon her countenance and with her big dark eyes follows the speech and movements of the actors in the great case.
The serious expression brightens only when she gets a glance from her husband, and then she gives him a smile that tells of her devotion and confidence in him. It is a message of cheer and courage.
It is a picture that makes many of the spectators wonder whether it is possible that a man full of such tenderness to the poor little invalid wife and who had won such affection from his children was capable of the calculating, cold-blooded assassination charged against him.
SOURCE & IMAGE
Albuquerque Evening Citizen
(Albuquerque, New Mexico)
-May 17, 1907
http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn84020615/1907-05-17/ed-1/seq-1/
Are They Going to Hang My Papa?
Performed by John Larsen and Michelle Groves
Lyrics by Owen Spendthrift, 1907
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