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Show WORK WITH CLASS MASKS. Workers In Poison Factory Who Have to Be Protected from Themselves. Them-selves. "Slip on this glass mask," said tho foreman. "You will need It" The visitor donned the uncanny mask ot glass, and tho foreman led tho way to tho cyanide of potassium department. "Wo mako 1,000 tons of cyanldo a year," ho said. "A doso ot Ilvo grains is a fatal one. Thus our annual product prod-uct is enough to kill 2,500,000 people." He opened a door and a room filled with writhing flames, dense shadows, sparks, smoko ami weird figured in glass maskH was revealed. In tho center cen-ter of tho room, In a great auldron, 100 pounds of molten cyanldo ot potas-slum potas-slum bubbled and seethed. Tiro flames glinted strangely on tho glass masks. Tho foreman coughed. "These fumes," ho said, "are wholesome. whole-some. Tho men, you seo, ore all robust. I liavo known weakly chaps, working here among tlieso strange strange 'iimes, to pick up health and st reus....' In another '.Ivan, cool room tho finished fin-ished cyanli'io was stored. It looked like crystallzed white sugar, good enough to o;'. "dood enc ;!! to cat," said tho foreman, fore-man, gravely. "Well, we have hod men eat it. Four men committed suicide sui-cide ln that way. Tho fumes seem to create ln our men a dcslre-to taste tho drug. They right this desire, most of them successfully, but they feel It, tho same as workers In coffee plants want to chew the coffee beans, and somo feel it so Btrongly as to succumb." |