INome Industrial Worker
Published Every Friday.
By Nome Mine Workers Union, No. 240
Western Federation of Miners.
PAUL TURNER
Editor and General Manager.
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Entered as Second-Class matter July 15. 1907.
at the post office at Nome. Alaska, under the
Act of Congress of March 3,1879.
Advertising Rates made known on
application.
Address all communications to The Nome
Industrial Worker, Box 355. Nome. Alaska.
Telephone No. Black 157.
Ch-'ii-'es in standing advertisements must
-each this o.iiv-e try 5:oO p. m. Wednesdays, pre
• u'.ag lie - d«»t publication.
Every banker should or.n his own
printing press. The reason is obvious.
Is Roosevelt’s threat to lower the
tariff on paper part of the administra
tion's scheme to help out the banks ?
The 1,000,000 unemployed through
out the United States will find it hard
to believe E. H. Harriman’s statement
that “boom times have begun again.”
The mine operators at Monougah,
W. Va.. promise to provide fo~ the
families of the 100 dead miners. For
how long' Until public indignation
blows over.
To quote an old gag, the dollar bill
which finds its way into a man's poc
ket these days ;disappears with the
words, “Good-bye, vain world, I’m
going home.” _
Seventy-five millions of dollars of
fiat paper money are in circulation in
the city of New York alone. Don't
you see how easy it is going to be to
retire scrip ?
The gowns worn by Chicago society
women at the “Pageant Vivaut” are
said to be so heavy as to “burden
their wearers.” At any rate they will
‘burden” the workers, who must pay
for it all.
In this never-ending struggle be
tween capital and labor there must be
no compromise; the motto of the
workers must be ever onward until
he citadel of capitalist p.vploltaifcicnr
is captured. _'
Oortelyou lias deposited so much
money from the United States trea
sury in the banks that there is not
enough left to run the government.
And yet there are people wbo would
deny that the government is merely
the executive agent of capitalism.
It is with gratification that the rev
olutionist sees the middle class graf
ter being burled into the rauks of the
prowling terriers. The cockioach
business man who spends 13 hours a
lay behind a counter endeavoring to
sell a pair of shoe strings in order
that he may not be classed as a prowl
ing terrier, is the most despicable and
loathsome creature who contaminates
the planet.
With the editor of the Minors paper
at Fairbanks, the Secretary of the
union and the Organizer of the West
ern Federation of Miners in jail at
Fairbanks on a trumped up charge of
harboring rioters, who will deny that
the capitalist and laborer are broth
ers? Where is the “wicked” socialist
who said that the government is sim
ply a committee for enforcing the will
of the capitalists?
Don’t tell your troubles to the
policemen. Bring them to the editor
if yeu have any complaint to make
against this paper, do not hesitate to
make the same to the editor. He has
ample time after attending to the
correspondence, looking after the
ads, and incidentally the business
and editorial management of the paper
to hear all you have to say. Remem
ber too that lie would be extremely
lonesome and might be overcome by
the shock were the comrades to fail
to heed this notice and decline to let
him share their troubles with them.
Next!
it is said of the Marquis of Town,
that when a young man and engaged
in battle, he saw a drummer at his
side lulled by a cannon ball, which
scattered his brains in every direc
tion. His eyes were at once fixed on
the ghastly object, which seemed to
engross his thoughts.
A superior officer observing him,
supposed lie was intimidated by the
sight, and addressed him in a manner
to cheer his spirits. ‘‘Ob, said the
young marquis, with calmness but
severity, ‘‘I am not. frightened; I am
only puzzled to make out bow any
man with such a quantity of brains
came to be here!”
Big Mitt Stevens, proprietor of the
<lold Digger, seems to think the
.miners are unfortunate in having the
present incumbent ns editor of the
Industrial Worker. Steve thinks the
miners should have an editor whose
literary genius shines more radiantly
etc. Now we have never tried to edit
the Industrial Worker in accordance
with the ideas of such charccters as
Soapy of the itching palms; neither
do we intend to do so. However,
wheu the miners decide they want
another editor, they will choose one,
and that too without the assistance of
Big Mitt Steve or any mental rnacque
of the capitalist class.
This is no time to mince words.
The enemies of labor are now right
here in Nome making a determined
effort to disrupt and destroy the
Western Federation of Miners. In
conformity with their usual tactics
the enemies of labor are directing
their attacks from within tie ranks
of the organization; as they hare
learned by experience that the poison
ed dart of slander and misrepresenta
tion directed against those whom they
failed to corrupt is the most effective
weapon to discourage and confuse the
rank and file. It is now to be deter
mined whether the rank and file are
sufficiently advanced to see thru the
frame-up of the enemy or whether
they must for some time yet be bam
boozled and betrayed by the capital
ists and two-by-four labor fakirs.
Members of the Western Federation
of Miners investigate; think for your
selves; scrutinize, acd see if you can
not observe all the ear marks of the
Pinkerton, the capitalist politician
and the labor fakir, purchased and
prostituted by capitalist gold.
Miners Union Bulletin.
The Miners Union Bulletin of Fair
banks has now passed completely into
the hands of the union. Previous to
January 27, 1008 it was owned by pri
rate partiee, but published under the
authority of the Miners Union. The
following is taken from the Bulletin
of January 27:
“This paper will henceforth be con
trolled and managed by the voice and
sentiments of the Union. It has been
seen in the past that Union men who,
though they had the welfare of the
Union at heart would not contribute
to or in any way assist the welfare of
a paper which should stand as a
mouthpiece for their ideas. Working
men of the Tanana,tbis is your paper,
the only true labor paper in this dis
trict, and as such wo consider it is
entitled to your respect and support,
and now that it has become the nro
~pertjrbrorgaa lzcfJ TuuOr, vve Teel jus
tified in calling upon you foi the as
sistance that is necessary to make this
a truly representative paper. This
can be done in three ways: By voic
ing your sentiments in its columns,
by helping to increase its circulation
aud by encouraging those advertisers
who patronize our paper.”
The Bulletin is new edited by Fel
low Worker W. E .Priestly, and judg
ing from the two issues we have re
ceived since Mr. Priestly assumed
charge, the Bulletin is destined to be
a very usefid organ in the education
aud organization of the workers of the
Tanana. _
No Comment Necessary,
The following two paragraphs are
taken from the 6'litorial columns of
the Gold Digger of March 14th. This
is the paper owned by S. II. Stevens,
better known as Big Mitt or Soapy
Steve.
“The members of the Mine Workers
Union are to be congratulated on the
election of their new officers. With
such men as those elected the miner,
the merchant and the employer will
all secure a fair deal. These new
officials can be depended upon to con
seive the best iuterests of unionism,
and at the same time treat others
fairly and decently. Another step in
the right direction was the action
taken looking to a change in the edi
torship of the weekly paper.- Such rot
as has appeared in its columns of the
“employers and employes having
nothing in common” order the Gold
Digger is of the opinion is not the
sentiment ot the majority of the un
ion but only the ravings of that de
luded personage who has so inaptly
tilled the editorial chair. This paper
rejoices to see this movenftnt in the
right direction and we are sure that
great good will result. Anarchy and
unionism to quote Editor Turner
have nothing in common and cannot
mix any better than dees oil and
water. ’ ’
“Tape orm Turner, erstwhile mi§
manager of the weekly is singing his
swan-sung, by making vicious attacks
on people whose “shoes he is un
worthy to latch. He is down and
out and will soon join members ol
other editorial misfits who once
throve in our midst on the journal
istic garbage pile. It is more than
likely the parcel of rats that have
been getting out the paper for him,
will be sent to join him in the print
ers’ limbo whence he is bound. One
thing is certain, with their ousting
from the scab office, no decent print
shop will give them room and ^hey,
too, will have to return to the crap,
table and such various other pursuits
as they were want to indulge in in
other days. ”
Comment is unnecessary: ail who
know Soapy Steve, know that the
editorial was never witteu by bin), as
his ignorance is of such density that
he can not converse grammatically,let
alone write his editoiials. However
the quoted editorials tliow an inter
esting side light upon the unprin
cipled agitation made by the local
labor fakirs, who would disrupt the
union and sell themselves, body and
soul, for an ounce of capitalist gold.
“ Three Souls
and a Dollar
A puff of wind, fiercer than its pre
decessor, driving before it sheets of
ice-cold rain, loosed the rotted bed
quilt stuffed through the broken win
dow, letting a draft of cold air into
the tireless room. The man, his long,
emaciated fingers tightly lockedfat his
back,, ceased his tirreless walk to and
fro across the cramped quarters, and,
shiveiiug perceptibly as the biting
cold penetrated his ragged clothing,
hastened toward the window to re
place the dislodged comforter. This
done he turned toward a tumbled bed
on the floor at the opposite side of the
room, upon which moaned and tossed
in feverish sleep the sick forms of a
woman and a little two year old girl.
A groan, repressed, yet heartrend
ing, caused the man to quicki-u his
steps, even though he reeled as he
walked. He stood and looked down
at the two beings so dear to his heart,
his haggard, starvation-seared face
working almost spasmodically, as he
allowed his mind to linger a moment
upon the past and present; then, as
they seemed.asleep, he resumed his
restless pacing of the floor.
The storm outside gradually increas
ed, and the hard, metallic patter of
the driven rain upon the thin roof
slowly became softer and softer .until
the hard sound had given way to a
low cat-like purring, and a new, al
together strange aroma seemed sud
denly to permeate the frosty atmos
phere. The first snow of the season
had come.
When the man ncted this he almost
wildly thrust his trembling Augers
through his tousled hair, pulling out
handsful iu his agitation. The next
bed, removing coat aud waistcoat as
he walked. They were wet aud half
frozen, for he had but returned from
another fruitless search for woifk, but
..'ti.. ■+_ hmiJ»a-1- —-Jw|ar">
he laid them over the sick-wasted
forms of his loved oues. Hut easy as
were his movements they were of
sufficient heaviness to grouse the half
sleeping woman. Reaching out ;a
skeleton like hand she touched ttfs
coatless arm.
“Ain’t you cold, Henry?” she asked
faintly—oh, so faintly—for the grijn,
pitiless talons of that dreaded foe Icf
the poor—tuberculosis—brought on
through exposure and starvation, Jjad
Ion;; months ago fastened their gHp
upon the once well rounded throat!
Repressing a shiver, as the cold sip
ped at his ill-clad body, he disregard
ed her solicitous question, and fumbl
ing within a pocket of his discaaled
coat, he brought to light a w lole
cracker and a half, carefully wruj ped
iu a torn handkerchief. He gave the
half to the woman.
“We must save this for Roxy, “J-his
voice brqke as he glanced at the pale,
pinched features of their darling.
“Did you have some?” she asted,
making as if to break the half afain.
But he stopped her.
“I ate the other half,” he replied,
shading his face, fearful lest, even by
the flickering light of the half- 'on
sumed candle, she read the lie.
She nibbled at the oracker a mo
ment, pausing at each bit and lodiing
at the kneeling man as if she wiihed
to ask something, yet a well foui ded
dread of what his answer might be,
deterred her. But shortly he put his
arms about her frail, wasted should
ers, aud laid his face to hers.
“I walked all day, sweetheart,
said,striving to inflate the words
he
vith
a hopeful tone, “aud i found notl ing.
and
rise
'ace.
Dyi ig of
the oity,
with
om
hiuk
1 saw thousands—men, women
helpless little boys and girls, search
ing the oity over for work, but &1 frays
the same result—nothing to do. ( very
shop is closed. Thousands are ijeing
thrown out upon the streets every
day. Hundreds are out in the s orm
tonight, aud tomorrow’s sun wil
upon more than one poor dead
Oh, it is terrible! terrible!
starvation aud cold, when
aye, the country is overflowing
plenty to eat, warm clothes aud
fortable homes. And my Gol! to
that they caused a panic!”
The last words were uttered
wail—a wail not unlike the c
moaning of the wind.
“Why did they bri.tig it ?” th
man reiteraed, puzzled at the cc
meaning of his last sentence,
you can’t think that any one
cause a panic?”
“Yes, dear,” he replied slowl,
exactly certain uf his mental
upon the subject. “Yes, dear, I
a man say today that the rich clused
it so’sthey could make more mo iy.
“But they have closed all tb<
n a
smal
wo
ered
i irely
ould
not
rasp
eard
fac
iustaut he was staggering toward the
tories. ^on’t they lose money thaf
way ?”
“No, dear. You see it was this way
that he explained it. When you work
sd in the shirt factory—that was be
’ore bay came and you had to go back
:o work ton soon because the doctor
bad to have his pay—you made shirts
'or lo cents a dozen. These shirts the
Jompanj »o- t for 84.00 a dozen. Well,
rou had i make 24 shirts in order to
lave money enough to buy back one.
I'hat left them 215 shirts surplus. It
was the same way with my woik, too.
■to, after a while, they got too much
in hand, and they shut down until
hey can sell off the over-supply; then
hey will start up again.’’
A strange look settled upon her face.
“Shut d wn and let us starve?” she
nurmured.
“Yes, Alary. When we’ie gone
.here’ll be others to take our place.
iVhat do the rich caie for one or a
:housand sickly broken wage slaves, i
ust so there be others to create for
hem? When our days of usefulness
ire over we can die, like a poor old
■rippled horse. And, O God, Alary!”
lis voice sudenly changed ; “how long
will it be before he turns us out?”
A spasm crossed the woman’s face.
•“Surely, oh, surely, God can not let
lim be that cruel!” she cried.
Hut she had scarcely ceased speak
ug when the one door of their little
lomo was thrown open, admitting a
olast of chilly wind which pierced her
lelicate body, and threatened to ex
flnguish the candle, and a blear-eyed,
iver fed specimen of first class brutal
ty lurched into the room. He paused
u the door a moment and quietly
mrveyed the pitiful tableau before
rim, a well deufied sneer on his evil
•ouutenauce. Then closing the door
with a crash that wrung a startled cry
rom sleeping child,he swaggered into
;he center of the floor.
“Well,” he said, his harsh voice
;ratiug upon their over-strung nerves
-“Well, got that dollar yet?”
The kuoeling man only stared at
lim. Before that human-shaped vul- ■
ure he was speechless.
The venal brute brought his flabby
iody up taut.
“Ye he’rd wot I said?” be reminded 1
hem.
The cowering man staggered to his '■
“Surely, oh, surely!” he cried pit-]
■ously, “you can not mean to send,
ny dying wife and innocent little one
mt into the storm. Oh, my God, man
,’ou can’t mean it you! can't!”
But his plea fell on deaf ears.
“Either the doller tomorrer mornin’
things fer wot ye already owe me.
see?”
“Oh, no! no. Not that! O God,
lot that!” The woman, the death
•attle already in her throat, and its
;rim hand upon her brow, rose, by a
;ouvulsive effort, to a sitting posture,
ixteuding her hands in mute appeal.
‘Oh, my Cjod you can’t mean it! Say
?ou don’t mean it! Give us a week
nore. Only one more little week, for
he doctor says that I can’t live but a
iew more days, aud it won’t hurt you
;n do that. Surely God will award
rou for your kindness.”
“Don’t throw yer God talk at me;
[ don’t want any dead carcasses to be
luryiu’,” was the heartless reply,
rhen as he turned to quit the room,
he woman summoned her last ounce
>f remaining strength, and, tears
treaming down her furrowed cheeks,
he made her last plea for husband
ind babe.
“Kind sir, have meicy on us. We
.re starving, sir, starving to death.
)nly a little while—” The slamming
if the door cut off the rest of the sen- <
ence.
With a moan, a dying moan born of
espair unfathomable, the woman fell
iack iuto her husband’s arms, uncon
cious—a blessing which God, in bis
nflnite mercy granted, that she might
.of know of that tiny flame that had
one suddenly out, as she pleaded for
ts life.
******
eet.
The following morning, when the
andlord, accompanied by a police
nan, called to eject the starving ten
nbs.a chill seemed to pierce his heart
s he entered the room. Well it
night. Upon the ragged bed rested
he lifeless forms of the mother and
hild, while on the bare floor, strip
>ed of its clothes which had been care
ully wrapped around the body of the
ittle girl, wus the body of the hus
laud, frozen stiff. And on the face
if each rested a smile, us if they were
[lad that God had freed them from a
ife that permits its noble workers,
he creators c£ all wealth and ease and
omfort of this world, to starve in
lovels and sink down exhausted' in
he streets, that a few who do not
ireate may revel in riotous living,
aid had gone to a land where lock
luts are unknown, and a laud where
he poor are all rich and the rich en
er not, ___________
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F. H. THATCHER
Cashier
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CABEI.L WHITEHEAD
President
EUGENE E. AILES
Vice-President
R. E. TRENGOVE, Assayer
ALASKA BANKING & SAFE DEPOSIT CO.
Paid-up Capital, $125,000.00
Established June 1900.
Consolidated with Bank Cape Nome Sept. 1905.
g Ores Examined.
Gold Dust Purchased and Assayed
Remember we roast our own coffee and carry the finest line
of Teas and Delicatessen specialties in the city.
J. CI11LBERG, Cor. B and First Ave.
a GO TO THE
North Pole Bakery
TOT Tresli Hread and Tastry.
****««****
THE BEST COFFEE IN TOWN.
The Store for the Miner.
The best goods at prices to meet your purse. Note the
following figures:
| price $->2*-*|6’50’ & ”°°d al* woul or wor9te<1 Suit of Clothes. Regular
Acs?2®’00’ *,le 11681 or ^'"ercoat in our store. Regular
price, ®30 00.
At 25c. a pair. A heavy white wool Hock. Regular price, 50c.
A Suit of Men’s Heavv Underwear for $1.00. Never sold for
less tha’n $1.50
At $2.00 a pair. Men s three and four-buckle Arctics
ALASKA STORE
Moller & Ince
Dealers in Staple and
Fancy Groceries
GOODS DELIVERED PROMPTLY
Cor. Front and B Streets
THE
HUNTER
AFE
GUS fLMGREN
arietor
The Workingman
Can get more for his
money here than anywhere
else.
The Epicure
Can get the choicest
and most palatabls dishes
the market affords
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