Consider the way circumstance has of taking a man out of his own proper and recognizable character and subtly transforming him, coating him with the ions of a new personality as a lead tray is glazed with silver in an electroplating tank. Two men are on trial before the Third District Court in Salt Lake City. One is the IWW poet and song writer Joe Hill, a name known to many, and now a face that begins to be known too, a sensitive and thoughtful and fine face, with a resolute mouth and eyes like a compassionate Christ. Folders bearing his picture are stuck up in every hall west of the Big
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