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Show AMONG THE COAL MINERS Tribune Correspondent Finds How It Feels to Be Stopped, and Mlade to Hunt a Pass. (Tribune Special Correspondence.) SCOFIELD, Feb. 25. Having just visited some of the ccal mining towns, I thought a glimpse into conditions might be of interest "When alighting from the train at Col-ton, Col-ton, an air of mystery pervades the atmosphere, at-mosphere, and one Instinctively feels as though "The gobllns'll git you If you don't watch out." Alter consulting the encyclopedia of "passwords," we soon learned that "Sunshine" was the only word; then after, giving the pnssword to tho outer guard, the chief conductor opened the door and we were- "all aboard" and speeding on our way to the center of attraction Scofleld. On the train and evcry-whero a seriousness seri-ousness pervades the air, and unconsciously uncon-sciously the words of Shakespeare come: "Now Is the' time when churchyards yawn nnd hell Itself breeds out contagions," con-tagions," etc. But being determined to "turn nighttime night-time into daytime," we commenced to sing, "There's Sunshine ln My Soul." and "the hit" we made would make Charles 12. Hanford grow envious. The reception at Scofleld was an interesting in-teresting affair. On and about the platform plat-form In groups were seventy-five to a hundred Italian "strikers," chattering . and gesticulating In an earnest sort of a way, and ns Mr. Price, the organizer, got off the train, they hovered about to Bhake and say something, which of course he understood. Near the platform of the car stood from ten to twelve tall, grim sentinels, with mighty big guns, and a cold chili shot up and down our spine. An old friend, Lunxl of Salt Lake police force fame.Avas the llrat to greet us as I stepped up; the big gun was shifted from right to left and military duty gave way for a friendly handshake. hand-shake. Tho town is spiked with guards, but one soon becomes accustomed to big men with stern faces and big guns, A striking picture was thnt of Mr. M P. Braffett being escorted to tho hotel by two guards with sword and buckler on. My first wonderment was "What lias he done?" and the thought gave mo another chill down the conter of my back, and I wondered how It felt to have guns to the right of you, guns to the left of you, guns all about you. I had no Idea of being ln a similar fix In a feV hours or I might have dropped dead with fright, but what a blessing It is to have the future veiled, and so your walking wanderer marched on unconsciously toward "Winter Quarto Quar-to vs. On my way I heard talk of "dead line." etc., but on I went, humming a love sone, winding up with "Let a little sunshine in," when suddenly a stern sentinel "Htepped Into the center of the road and said "Halt, or your name Is mud," and having no desire to haVo my name changed I halted. I said, "Please, air, don't you know me?" and he exclaimed "No!" I told him I was glad to meet him because ho was tho only man ln Utah who hadn't become acquainted with me, having been almost a pioneer. He said, "You must have a pass." I told him no man In the world appreciated appre-ciated a pass moro than I did, but I was not so favored, and then came my experience with guns to tho right of me, gtm3 to the left of mo, gunn all around me. I was escorted to headquarters and a hearty welcome was accorded mo by the genial managers and clerks. I received the following "pasa," which gave me entree to all the "dips, spurs and angles" of the Utah Fuel company's com-pany's grounds; "Mr. Q Llcwlcyn Dear -Sir; Please pass bearer anywhere on company property. NOAH POTTER." "Camp Demolli" is a queer looking Place. The snow disappearing, leaving in Its place slush and mud, and with dingy-looking tents for homes and an air of lazy discontent prevailing, makes a picture of despair rather than one of life and joy. and the prayer seems to be, 'How long, oh, God, how long?" The strikers say. "Everything comes to him who waits." Perhaps It does and perhaps it doesn't. I for one should "git up and git." The company says, "An ounce of prevention pre-vention Is better than a pound of cure." And I think they're right. Men are coming; men nre going on which sido is tho balance in favor? SOCIAL NOTES. John P. Meakln addressed the scholars schol-ars at tho public school on Thursday, which was highly appreciated. On February 23rd Mrs. J. F. Broyles gave a birthday party to her charming daughter, Miss Agnes, who has reached tho seventeenth milestone. About twenty-five sturdy boys and pretty girls wero present, and a delightful evening was passed ln music, games and dancing. Miss Agnes wan the recipient re-cipient of a beautiful gift from her parents of a $C00 Emerson piano. Miss Mamie Anderson, an accomplished accom-plished young lady of Thistle, is the guest of Miss Broyles for a few daj's. Both young ladles are students at St. Mary's academy In Salt Lake. Tho Knights of Pythias held a very Interesting meeting on Thursday evening. even-ing. TVork In tho second rank was on, nnd Past Grand Chancellor Meakln gave the lodge an Intellectual treat on Pythlanlsm. 12. 1). Crowther. the old-time actor, is aiming tr enliven tho "striking town" in the dramatic line. Ho has a number of young men and women who are rehearsing re-hearsing a number of plays, which they Intend putting on the boards in tho near future under the auspices of the Knights of Pythla3. Plays now under rehearral; "As by Fire" and "Betsy Baker." The Relief society of the K. of P. will share ln the proceeds. |