time but sent for me only. I was polite but non-communi-
cative. He went away empty-handed and empty-headed. 

The lawyer has turned out to be a swell guy. He was 
here just a while ago to tell us the latest news, bring us 
cigarettes and tobacco and see if there was anything we 
needed. He was immensely pleased yesterday after the trial 
when in spite of being handcuffed and the cops trying to 
pull our arms down, we all went out of the court with raised 
fists. Men, women and children of every age and description 
were packed around us, all giving the anti-fascist salute. 
The cops kept me and Steve to the last, hoping in this way 
to keep us from setting the example to the others, but every 
fist went up just the same and stayed up in spite of all 
threats. It was an inspiring demonstration. The lawyer tells 
me the papers are full of it and he volunteered to send you 
a copy. Did he ever send you that picture of me? 
The photographer yesterday also agreed to send you a picture 
of yesterday's demonstration.

Please pardon the lousy writing but the pen is terrible, 
we have no tables and there is such a shortage of paper that 
I have to write as small as I can. The Johnny Bulls that are 
with us are tremendously impressed with our discipline and 
organization and tell us that if their's had been as good 
they'd be safely over the border instead of in the jug with us. 
Fifteen hundred people attended the C.P.-S.P. indoor mass 
meeting here Thursday night in our behalf. The local 
committee is now weighing the advisability of organizing 
a meeting to greet us when we come out at which we would 
speak.

We've made a big impression with our marching through 
the streets in chains with clenched fists raised. They try to 
duck all the main streets generally and take us through 
the back alleys, but Monday 14 of us marched in perfect 
step, two by two, and in the railway station as well as in

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