AN AMAZON.

NZ Truth, Issue 437, 8 November 1913, Page 6

AN AMAZON.

Cullen and the Girl. Put Down Your Stick—l'll Fijht You.

Monday night's barbaric charge was the result of a comic opera' episode | between the capricious Cullen and a,\ young girl, who told her story tn j •Truth" as, follows: "A t'rlend and I were standing at the corner ojf Buckle and: Taranaki-streets, on the south f-ide, next the Defence buildings. Cut- ! len's motor car drove up. and, getting ' out,. ho said to the mon.on horseback., SHIFT THOS IS I'EUILE AWAY, AT ONCE!' j He then came across the road, and, poked the crowd back with his stick. I He came up to us and s-atu\ 'You ruu away at once.' I replied. 'We have us much right hero as anybody else.' Thereupon HE LIFTED HIS STICK AND WAS GOING TO HIT MR I wild, Put down that slick. This is God's Own Country, and you have no right whatever to turn us t>ft' the earth.* "When .'he f Tbund that' we would 'hot move, he gave the order, •RIDE THEM DOWN.' Then mounted v regulars vod-i their horse*, on to .' the' pavement — there were two m front and three behind. I had my coat on, so I took It oil and hit the horses on the nose. As they could not get mo away, 'special* constables turned . a horse on the crowd. This Yea used a general move backwards, and up" and down the street. I went up to tho corner 'of Webb-slreot and stood under tho verandah of Mrs. Gibson's shop. Horsemen galloped up, on thu r.md and on the pavement. One of tehm, brandishing a revolver, SHOT DELIBERATELY THROUGH THE WINDOW near which I was standing. '} saw a little boy come running 'd.»wn the road, when another 'special' took aim at him, tired, but missed. 1 then mot my mother and we went home log.iher." If tne Strike Committee could gel together about 2001' of the calibre />f this young lady — there would be conclusions and things!