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Updated: June 7, 2025
Dim light entered through a high aperture. She flung herself down her whole length, and sobbed. Bitter was life for Rhona Hemlitz, seventeen years old.... Joe, in the court-room, had seized Myra's arm. "Let us get out of this!" They went through the gateway, up the aisle, out the dim entrance, into the streets.
But think of the life of a girl of whom I shall tell you a young girl by the name of Rhona Hemlitz." She went on. She told the story of Rhona's life, and then quietly she turned to her theme. "You understand now, don't you? Are you going to help these girls win their fight?" The walls trembled with what followed stamping, shouting, clapping. Myra sat down, her cheeks red, her eyes brilliant.
She spoke, breathlessly: "Joe, I think Rhona Hemlitz is in trouble." "How so?" "She was knocked down by a thug, and she had him arrested, but I'm afraid she's arrested." A dangerous light came into Joe's eyes. "All right! All right! Where did this happen?" "On Great Jones Street." "Well and good," he muttered. "But isn't there anything to do?" cried Myra.
I don't take the word of such a witness." Joe spoke easily. "It's not my word. Miss Craig here is the witness. She saw the assault." The magistrate looked at Myra. "What were you doing at the time?" Myra spoke hardly above a whisper, for she felt that she was losing control of herself. "I I was walking with Miss Hemlitz." "Walking? You mean picketing." "Yes."
Rhona breathed hard, a feeling in her breast of her heart breaking. She gasped: "That's not true. He struck me he struck me." The sergeant glanced up. "What's your name?" Rhona could not answer for a moment. Then, faintly: "Rhona Hemlitz." "Age?" "Seventeen." "Address?" " Hester Street." "Occupation?" "Shirtwaist-maker." "Oh!" he whistled slightly. "Striker?" "Yes." "Picketing?" "Yes."
She strode back to the young girl, who she learned later was named Rhona Hemlitz, and who was but seventeen years old. She said: "Tell me about the strike! Can't we sit down together and talk? Have you time?" "I have a little time," said Rhona, eagerly. "We can sit here!" So they sat side by side and Rhona told her. Rhona's whole family was engaged in sweat-work.
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