They Want Blood.
Anarchists Meet and Listen to Inflammatory Speeches Against the Board of Trade.
Admirable Police Arrangements Prevent Serious Trouble -- A Cowardly Assault by the Mob.
Scenes About a Fifth Avenue Office Where They Disbanded -- Everybody Well Armed.
The International Working People's Association took advantage of the opening of the new Board of Trade to get up a demonstration with a view of making converts. A call was issued for a meeting on Market square last night ending thus:
After the ceremonies and sermons the participants will move in a body to the grand temple of Usury, Gambling, and Cut-Throatism, where they will serenade the priest and officers of King Mammon and pay honor and respect to the benevolent institute. All friends of the bourse are invited
At 8 o'clock about 500 men were gathered near the corner of Randolph and Market streets and a band of music played for half an hour, as the Anarchists and Socialists from the North Side were expected. About a quarter after 8 a number of men with muskets were seen turning the corner, and many of the crowd rushed off to welcome the supposed proletariats. They turned out, however, to be a squad of Company C, Second Regiment, -- N. G., out of drill. When the mistake was discovered the crowd yelled at and made fun of the militiamen, who paid no attention to the jeers, but marched off about their business.
A. R. Parsons finally called the meeting to order, when about 1,000 men and half a dozen women stood in front of him. He said they had assembled to take into consideration their position in society. After the talking was over a procession would be formed, and they would march around the "board of thieves," singing the Marseillaise [cheers and a voice, "vive la Commune"], that they might hear the notes that had inspired the hearts of the lovers of liberty in every land.
Sam Fielding was introduced. [Cries of "Vive la Commune" and applause.] Now, when he looked upon boards of trade he said they were a curse and a menace to the welfare and comfort of the people. [At this point the North Side party made their appearance, and, as they marched by the barrel on which the speaker stood, they were greeted with shouts of "Vive la Commune." At the head and also in the rear were red and black flags.]
The speaker, referring to these flags, said the red one represented the common blood of humanity--equal rights of blood, whether it coursed through the veins of falsely-named aristocrats or through venus of tsamps or beggars. The other was the black flag of starvation, and it was fitting that it should be unturned when a Board of Trade is being opened, for a Board of Trade meant starvation for the masses--privileges for a few, disqualifications, insult, robbery--everything that was mean and contemptible. The building cost, it was said, nearly $2,000,000. Before it had been in operation many years it would have cost the people of Chicago and of the Northwest $1,000,000,000. [Cheers and a voice, "Blow it up with dynamite."] Men had paid $5,000 for memberships who had never in their lives earned a single meal. While the masses were being gradually impoverished, while 2,500,000 persons were out of work there, these men were building $2,000,000 Boards of Trade. The Board of Trade was an establishment where thieves were at work, and the commercial colleges of the city were the establishments which trained these thieves to prey upon the people. [Applause.] His hearers who had to work all their lives, who would be glad to huddle their families into any kind of a squalid shanty, to wear the meanest clothe, to sit down to the meanest victuals, to take a 25 cent seat in a cheap theatre, had come out to express their opinion and say that thing of building $2,000,000 houses in which to rob the people must be stopped. [Cheers.] Last summer one of these "thieves" went on the Board of Trade and came off in twenty-four hours with $1,000,000 more to his credit in bank than he had before. Where did he get it? [A voice "Stole it from us."] "He stole it from you and I," said the speaker. He hoped his hearers would forgive him for quoting what Jesus Christ said of the
. [Laughter.] If they went they would not be welcome, but they would go anyway. [Cheers and cries of "You are right" and "That's business."] How long were they going to stand this? How long were they going to sit down to a 15-cent meal with a piece of pie thrown in when "those fellows" sat down to $20 dishes. Ought not "those fellows" to be glad to come and ask them if they could have a piece of pie? But they allowed themselves to be robbed by them without protest. There must be a change, and they had to make it. [Applause.] If they had the spirit of manhood in them they would resolve to hand themselves together "to" destroy from the face of the earth every unproductive member of society." [Cries of "Hear!"] A NICE SPEECH.
A. R. Parsons followed. He said a temple was being dedicated to the God of Mammon, and it was to be devoted exclusively to the robbery, the plunder, and destruction of the people. He entered his protest against the methods of existing society, and hoped the meeting might be a warning to the banqueters. When the corner-stone of the Board of Trade was laid Bishop Cheney was there to baptize it. [Decisive laughter.] What a truthful follower that man must be of the tramp Nazarine Jesus [laughter.], who scourged the thieves from the Board of Trade of Jerusalem. [Cheers.] And another pious man was to take part in the present ceremonies -- the Rev. Dr. Locke. [Cries of "Shoot him!" "Lock him up!" and laughter.] "Let us not be foolish," said Parsons in conclusion, "let us not be deceived about these matters any longer. Have we not the right to live? [Voices, "And ten pounds of dynamite," "We will make that ourselves"], and learn how to make and to use dynamite. Then raise the red flag of rebellion [cries of "Bravo" and cheers] and strike down to the earth every tyrant that lives upon this globe. [Cheers and cries of "Vive la Commune."] Until this is done you will continue to suffer, to be plundered, to be robbed, to be at the mercy of the privileged few. Organize for the purpose of rebellion that you may be free." [Cheers.]
As soon as the speeches were concluded the order was given to the form in line. The main body of the crowd stretched itself along the middle of the street until it had a line about a block in length with four or six abreast. These were the Socialists, Anarchists, and Communists. They were headed by the brass band. Just in front of the band there were a red and a black flag borne on lofty poles. The flags were carried by women, four of whom walked together and took turns with the staffs. Along about the middle of the line, there was another pair of flags, black and red, also borne in the same manner by women. A large crowd of spectators gathered on the sidewalks, and there were no doubt many in line who had been attracted by curiosity. The column marched south on Market street to Madison, where they turned east and continued in that direction until they came to Clark street. The echo which redoubled in the narrow streets served to awaken some excitement, and the noise increased, moreover, was continually being augmented by the spectators, who not only clogged the sidewalks, but who fell into line, as a matter of convenience, hoping thereby to be in better position to see the fun should any occur. The mob got a good view of the new Board of Trade Building in passing La Salle street, which caused many alternate expressions of admiration and disgust. At this time the conversations carried on along the line were wild as to sentiment and gesture, but no missiles were exhibited, and the demonstration, though hostile in feeling, did not seem hostile in its immediate effects. However, the excitement was increasing as they neared the object of their visit and many were becoming gleeful over the prospect of a little row, in which somebody else, possibly a policemen, would get hurt. The program was now to march to the very door of the building and there to sing the "Marsellaise" to brass-band accompaniment, so that the "eaters of $20 pie" could not fall to hear their voice and understand their object. Not a policeman was in sight, and the entire 2,000 were perhaps congratulating themselves upon the fulfillment of a long-cherished desire to interfere in some way with the pleasures of somebody supposed to represent capital when the head of the column turned from Clark street around the corner of Adams and marched west to La Salle.
THE POLICE ARRANGEMENTS.
Early in the morning Chief Doyle was requested to protect the building and those who would visit it from the threatened serenade and grand brick-throwing soiree to be tendered by the Anarchists. Every police officer in the city was ordered to hold himself in readiness, and 200 men from the different stations were required to report to Capt. Ebersold at the Harrison Street Station. Two Hundred more were kept in reserve in the stations, and the other 200 of the 600 composing the night squads were within easy reach. Twenty minutes after call 600 men could have been concentrated at the Board of Trade Building, and a second call would have increased the force to the number of 1,000 men. At 9:05 o'clock the 200 men were divided into five detachments, which were marched to every street intersection leading to the building where the demonstration occurred. Capt. Ebersold gave the detachments their positions and ordered them to allow no procession to pass them in the direction of the building. They were then marched out in command of Col. Welter. The divisions were in command of Lieut. Ward at Adams and La Salle streets, Lieut. Laughhu at Clark and Jackson streets, and Lieut. Beadell at Pacific avenue and Van Buron street. Lieut. Hubbard commanded the men in the building. Besides the men in the squads the streets were well crowded by uniformed officers and men in citizens' clothing, while the city detectives were omnipresent.
When the procession turned up Adams street, off Clark, the weak-lunged band struck up the "Marseillaise," and those who couldn't sing the french words of the hymn swelled the chorus by humming inharmoniously. At the intersection of Adams and La Salle the small-boy rabbie in front of the band separated and the procession wheeled into La Salle, but came to a sudden halt, with twenty-five brawny policemen stretched across their path. "Halt!" commanded Lieut. Ward, and the music dolefully ended. August Spies walked out from the Anarchist column and loftily asked for the Captain in command.
"I'm in command," said Col. Welter.
"Why do you stop us?"
"Because this street is too crowded with carriagos and pedestrians for the passage of a procession."
"Break through!" yelled a few of the men in line and a great many more on the sidewalks. "Go in and enjoy the cutthroats' music!" cried others, while still others contented themselves with shrilly shouting something about "$20 a plate."
"March your men away," commanded Col. Welter, addressing Mr. Spies. "There are plenty of other streets open to you. Go there! don't stop here and obstruct the streets."
The band again struck up the Marseillaise, the marchers chorused, and the line of march was taken up and the circuit of the building was made. At Fifth avenue and Jackson street the head of the column faltered for an instant, and it was thought that another effort would be made to pass the police, but they thought better of it and continued down street without further incident until the corner of Monroe and Clark streets was reached on the return march. The column turned into Monroe, going westward, and just as the left had disappeared around the corner a carriage containing Mr. and Mrs. L. P. Kadish turned the same corner and followed in the heels of the parade. Some man yelled "Turn over the Board of Trade carriage!" and the next moment a big cobblestone crashed through the glass-door and struck Mrs. Kadish on the bridge of the nose, cutting her severely and deluging her dress with blood. She was taken into Rector's restaurant on Washington street, near State. The rock came from the procession, but no one could identify the man who threw it.
THE WIND UP.
When what had remained of the procession arrived in front of the building near the corner of Fifth avenue and Washington street from which the Arbeiter Zeitung is issued a halt was made and then A. E. Parsons appeared at one of the windows and addressed the crowd, then numbering perhaps 1,000.
Aug. Spies, the editor of Arbeiter Zeitung, for about ten minutes murdered the German language in an attempt to prove that dynamite, bloodshed, and rapine were the only means by which the starving masses could obtain their rights.
When Mr. Spies had finished his speech the masses he had addressed went into the beer salon below Mr. Spies' sanctum and exchanged nickels for beer. Up-stairs, in the meanwhile, Spies showed to some friends and others a large piece of alleged dynamite and a long piece of fuse which he said he had intended to place under the Board of Trade Building if he had been permitted to get near it.
PLENTY OF ARMS.
A reporter joined in the spirit of Anarchist good feeling that prevailed around the Arbeiter Zeitung Building. A degree of congeniality was encountered not to be expected. "if they had attacked us we'd have fixed 'em," said one foreign individual, and he pulled a huge six-shooter. A dozen others in the same locality drew out guns of the same dimensions. "Every one of us has got one of these; we're armed to the teeth." The reporter moved away in trepidation and fear. A little farther another pleasant young man was met. "Come in here," he said; and he led the way into the printing office. "See here," he said, "every man in that parade had some of these," and he showed a long cartridge, which on close inspection was found to be half filled with nitroglycerine. "I guess that would have raised a little racket," he continued. The cartridges are of the same kind used by burglars in blowing safes open.
"Here's some ear-splitters," he remarked jocularly, and he pointed to a big box filled with cartridges six inches long. "This office is full of such stuff as that." The sight-seer vanished and left the jocund Anarchist alone with the explosives.