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We
must
regard
it
as
one
viewpoint
out
of
many
in
our
democratic
forum
of
public
opinion
,
which
,
as
last
night
has
proved
,
is
open
to
all
.
The
truth
,
says
Mr
.
Thompson
,
has
many
facets
.
We
must
remain
impartial
.
"
"
They
’
re
silent
,
"
wrote
Chick
Morrison
,
as
a
summary
of
its
content
,
across
the
report
from
one
of
the
field
agents
he
had
sent
out
on
a
mission
entitled
Public
Pulse
Taking
.
"
They
’
re
silent
,
"
he
wrote
across
the
next
report
,
then
across
another
and
another
.
"
Silence
,
"
he
wrote
,
with
a
frown
of
uneasiness
,
summing
up
his
report
to
Mr
.
Thompson
.
"
People
seem
to
be
silent
.
"
The
flames
that
went
up
to
the
sky
of
a
winter
night
and
devoured
a
home
in
Wyoming
were
not
seen
by
the
people
of
Kansas
,
who
watched
a
trembling
red
glow
on
the
prairie
horizon
,
made
by
the
flames
that
went
up
to
devour
a
farm
,
and
the
glow
was
not
reflected
by
the
windows
of
a
street
in
Pennsylvania
,
where
the
twisting
red
tongues
were
reflections
of
the
flames
that
went
up
to
devour
a
factory
.
Nobody
mentioned
,
next
morning
,
that
those
flames
had
not
been
set
off
by
chance
and
that
the
owners
of
the
three
places
had
vanished
.
Neighbors
observed
it
without
comment
—
and
without
astonishment
.
A
few
homes
were
found
abandoned
in
random
corners
across
the
nation
,
some
left
locked
,
shuttered
and
empty
,
others
open
and
gutted
of
all
movable
goods
—
but
people
watched
it
in
silence
and
,
through
the
snowdrifts
of
untended
streets
in
the
haze
of
pre
-
morning
darkness
,
went
on
trudging
to
their
jobs
,
a
little
slower
than
usual
.
Then
,
on
November
27
,
a
speaker
at
a
political
meeting
in
Cleveland
was
beaten
up
and
had
to
escape
by
scurrying
down
dark
alleys
.
His
silent
audience
had
come
to
sudden
life
when
he
had
shouted
that
the
cause
of
all
their
troubles
was
their
selfish
concern
with
their
own
troubles
.
On
the
morning
of
November
29
,
the
workers
of
a
shoe
factory
in
Massachusetts
were
astonished
,
on
entering
their
workshop
,
to
find
that
the
foreman
was
late
.
But
they
went
to
their
usual
posts
and
went
on
with
their
habitual
routine
,
pulling
levers
,
pressing
buttons
,
feeding
leather
into
automatic
cutters
,
piling
boxes
on
a
moving
belt
,
wondering
,
as
the
hours
went
by
,
why
they
did
not
catch
sight
of
the
foreman
,
or
the
superintendent
,
or
the
general
manager
,
or
the
company
president
.
It
was
noon
before
they
discovered
that
the
front
offices
of
the
plant
were
empty
.
