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"The Parade"
   This picture grew out of an experience my wife and I had one day during the depression of the early thirties. 
  We had come into Buffalo, on the bus, on some errand, and as we got off the bus, we found our way blocked by an unemployment parade - a group of men on their way to the city-hall to make a protest of their plight - As we watched them go past, sullen and bedraggled (it was a thaw day in winter) we knew that unless something were done, that our society might crumble, and much worse come on us - The mounted police silently watching, seemed to have a cold
sinister air about them.
   The incident stuck in my mind and I felt I must get it down on paper - The answer came to me oddly