1917II ''•The Streets of Baltimore' 



Detrick had stubbornly held her place. Stopping for 

 a moment only at the Rennert to pick up my luggage, 

 we went on to Biddle Street, where I passed an 

 undisturbed night, quite innocent of any attempt to 

 "disappear." 



The next day I read in the Baltimore American 

 that the mob, made up of "scions of the most aristo- 

 cratic families of the state" to the number of about 

 1200, paraded the town and visited all the hotels in 

 search of me, singing "We'll hang Bill Bryan to a /«fongr«- 

 sour apple tree," and "We'll hang Dave Jordan to a °"^ *^""" 

 sour apple tree." On a soft and peaceful Sabbath 

 evening one would hardly have expected such a harsh 

 and incongruous ending to a meeting called by a 

 clergyman in the cause of peace ! I had forgotten the 

 ardent temper of the hotspurs of that city who 

 assassinated the valiant General Henry Lee, "Light- 

 horse Harry," father of Robert E. Lee, because of 

 his opposition to declaring war in 18 12, and who in 

 1 861, in their efforts to waylay Abraham Lincoln, 

 were responsible for 



. . . the patriotic gore 

 That flecked the streets of Baltimore. 



The American s account was substantially correct 

 so far as I know, though one of two Hopkins pro- 

 fessors said to have been with the crowd disclaimed 

 any relation to it and was doubtless only a member of 

 the audience. Afterward I heard on good authority inieusud 

 that the mob was directed by an armament builder J!^"^''' 

 and composed not of employees but mainly of "young 

 bucks," sons of bankers and others interested in 

 armament trade. Also that it was primarily insti- 

 gated by an editorial in a local newspaper which 



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