Notes On the Big Drive
The Bisbee Daily Review
Friday Morning, July 13, 1917
The "Wobblies," all unsuspecting, had an unusually heavy picket in front of the postoffice the fateful morning of the twelfth. With the deputies’ first rush on this line the battle in Bisbee proper was won. Encouraged by their maiden success here, these raw and undisciplined levies began unconsciously to assume a more soldier-like air. They were invincible by the time the march to the loading stations started.
An old-time Arizonan was looking at the busiest down town corner. “Wonder if I better get my gun?” he half questioned a deputy standing near.
“Sure,” said the deputy.
“Alright, I’ll get old Betsy,” replied the man, and he went away and soon returned with a Colt’s pistol two feet long that looked to carry a ball the size of a walnut.
Speaking of heroes, we do not want the Review newsboys overlooked. These youngsters, ranging in age from 10 years to 13, were on the job before daylight. And when the Review came out with Sheriff Wheeler’s proclamation at 6:30 on the dot, these boys were straining like hounds on the leash to get on the dangerous streets with their wares. It was with difficulty they were held back to less dangerous ground.
“Bill” Cleary, local attorney, was among those deported. He chose an open work car in which to ride and 64 “Wobblies” were placed with him for fear he would get lonesome. They were due for oratorical treat before that car reached its destination.
It was remarkable there was not a hitch in such a big program planned so suddenly and executed so quickly and successfully.
Brewery Gulch is not what it used to be.
Bisbee’s claim that the I. W. W. outfit are undesirable citizens is being borne out by the loud and violent protests from other communities from sister states against the reception of this interesting colony.
Taking it over was the order of the evening. But it was noticeable there was no vain boasting anywhere by anyone. Men just rubbed their hands and grinned over a good job well done.
Eleven hundred and ninety-two is a good round number.
The detachment that made the raid through the Gulch claimed their sector was the most dangerous but the troops on the Lowell sector took issue with them. Looks like a draw.
Those old Krags got awful heavy before the marchers reached Warren. “Mine weighed 40 pounds,” declared a young deputy.
Some moving picture man missed the film of his life on the street yesterday morning in front of the postoffice. Three or four hundred “Wobblies[”] huddled there guarded by deputies from the street and from the mountain side. Batches of prisoners coming in every few moments. Patrols moving to and fro. Reserves in line. It was a thriller.