CHARLES L. BODENDICK.
From a Photograph taken by the Police.
After his release from prison Bodendick came back to the city, and, roaming about from place to place, finally fell into his old ways again, living on wind and Anarchy. He grew more desperate even than before his arrest. He wanted to manufacture something stronger than dynamite. A card was given to him by Dyer D. Lum, and he called at the Public Library for the “Techno-Chemical Receipt Book,” K 4314. On page 30 of this book Bodendick learned what he knew of the make-up of explosives. He admitted that he wanted to use sulphur, saltpeter and soda potash. He also procured other books on explosives, and he finally purchased a quantity of material and went to his room to experiment. But before he had learned very much he was arrested. Bodendick was kept in the Central Station in the sweat-box for two weeks. He was defiant at first, but finally sent word to the Inspector that he wanted to talk with him. He was brought to the office, and after he had given a lot of information, and promised to leave the city at once, he was released. The Anarchists claim that he never did “squeal.”
This Bodendick was an odd genius. Here is verbatim et literatim a poem in which he melodiously voiced his sentiments some years ago:
THE REBELL-VAGABOND.
I live and will take the right,
To demand of the world abundance;
To do so, I’m prepared to fight
the world and all its Dungeons.
Your a Loafer, says “the upper ten,”
You aught to go to Prison.
But, who are the priveledged ones
To loaf? the toilers lot dissmissend?
I’ve toiled hard, sometime ago,
From early morn till late.
That I ain’t worth some millions now
Is really too bad.
You see, a generous toiling man
Gets never much ahead;
For which a rascal always can
Rob men of life and (e)state.
7-10 from what I have produced
You took in your possessions
While the toiling part you have reduced
To crime and degradations.