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Updated: May 29, 2025
From end to end it is one man journalism, and each of the papers is run for the benefit of the one man who is its proprietor. The Tribune is owned by Joe Medill, the Times-Herald and Post are owned by H. H. Kohlsast, the Record and News are owned by Victor Lawson, the Journal is owned by the McRae- Scripps league and the Chronicle is owned by John R. Walsh, a banker.
"Oh, Daddy," the little boy sobbed, with the wisdom born of adversity, "I didn't get the gold but I don't want anything ever if I've just got you!" Angus McRae had been an intimate friend of Edward Brians, ever since the days when the latter was a little boy and the former a young man living on adjoining farms.
Among these boulders Morse found the party he had just left. The officer was still trying to persuade Jessie McRae to attempt escape. She refused, stubbornly. "There are three of us here. Onistah is a good shot. So am I. For that matter, if anybody is going to escape, it had better be you," she said. "Too late now," Morse said. "See, they've found the camp-fire."
Early in the morning on the day before the scheduled meeting, Sheriff McRae, commanding a body of police officers over whom he had no official control, stormed into the I. W. W. hall and tore from the wall all bills advertising Thompson's meeting, saying with an oath: "That man won't be allowed to speak in Everett!"
The old man's emotion took the sharpness out of Kenny's speech, but he persisted, stoutly, "Goodness is goodness, Mr. McRae, for all that." "You will not be holding the Armenian doctrine of works, Mr. Campbell?" said Peter, severely. "You would not be pointing to good works as a ground of salvation?" Yankee, who had been following the conversation intently, thought he saw meaning in it at last.
L. H. Johnson was nearly as important as that concerning Reese. She recited a conversation with Sheriff McRae as follows: "McRae said he would stop the I. W. W. from coming to Everett if he had to call out the soldiers.
You really must think I'm awful!" cried the poor young man contritely. "I do beg your pardon, Mr. McRae. It really must have sounded shocking to you. But, well I did you ever meet a young any one whom you knew at first sight was the one person in all the world for you?" His voice sank.
Mayor Merrill, equally guilty with the deputies who were on the dock, taking advantage of a means of spreading information that was denied to the workers, directly after the massacre spoke from a soap box on the corner of Wetmore and California Avenues, telling all who would listen that he was not responsible for the trouble as the Commercial Club had taken the power away from him and put it in the hands of McRae.
But here McRae spoke: "My lord, there is nearly an hour left before we shall go before the magistrate. If you wish, therefore, you can send out to some hotel and order your breakfast brought to you here." "Thank you; I will avail myself of your suggestion. Whom can I send?" inquired the viscount.
"Shall I ring for your maid?" inquired McRae. "No, you monster!" shrieked Faustina. "Do you think I want Desiree, whose ears I boxed this morning, to come here to see me marched off to prison? She would be glad, the beast! she would laugh in her sleeve, the wretch! Madame MacDonald, will you get my bonnet and sables?" she said, turning to her companion.
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