It was dawn in Europe before the State of Massachusetts had finished with the Messrs. Sacco & Vanzetti and some press representatives called at a small house in Torre Maggiore, Italy. An old man, Michele Sacco, had been sitting motionless in a corner of this house for days. A younger man, Sabino Sacco, met the early visitors at the door, scanned their faces, burst into tears, fled to his father. The old man stiffened, screamed, fell back muttering maledictions. "They have killed my innocent son,"...
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