Nome Industrial Worker
Published Every Friday.
By Nome Mine Workers Union, No. 240
Western Federation of Miners.
PAUL TURNER
!ditor and General Manager.
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The vere-wolves.
Id the olden folklore we read of a
terrible thing. half-niau and half-wolf,
which our foremothers called the
were wolf. This terrible thing, more
heartless thau a Pinkerton detective,
was never known to meet its victim
in open battle, but, skulking and
slinking along through dark and
gloomy forests when the snow lay
deep and soft upon the ground, it
hung upon the trail of its victim
hour on hour, stopping ever and anon
in the pursuit to send its demonaic
howl, blood-curdling, through the
darkness; and so, hour by hour, it
hunted until its victim, dazed and
exhausted, unable longer to offer re
sistance, sank upon the lonely snow
dad road, and then the were-wolf
leaped from the jungle and sent its
fangs down into the throat of its help
less prey. The were-wolf never sprang
until its victim fell, and of all blood
it loved best the blood of the brave,
the innocent and the pure.
The patron saints of the were-wolves
were llelial and Moloch, the gods of
lust and gshl—gods in whose temples
women were outraged, and on whose
altars babies were sacrificed in an
awful but vain endeavor to sear out
of th° human heart forever the divine
Ireair of freedom and equality.
Tkr were-wolves, like their gods
md v sters, hated right aud justice;
now. ind virtue were to them but
infar~.es; truth a criminal fit only
for the gallows ; liberty their license
to revel on the corpses of the nations
their go Is aud masters had enslaved,
degraded and dehumanized.
The were-wolves bred in all colors—
white, black, yellow, brown, red;
but, whatver their color, they always
bred true to their nature, white-liv
ered aud merciless cowards ever
ready to do the bidding of their gods
aud masters, no matter how low the
work or how pitiless the deed.
The were-wolves were never lean
and gaunt aud hungry, for though
their masters despised them, the mas
ters knew that the were wolves would
lap even their polluted blood were
they deuied their usual feed for a
moment’s time.
Treason was their father, Hypocrisy
their mother, aud the scab is an off
shoot from them through the jackal.
Such was the were-wolf.
* * #
A few days after £mall issued his
order to the striking telegraphers to
ahaudou their tight, there gathered in
front of the union’s meeting place
things in the shape of men, some in
'Thite-bosomed and some in flannel
-ihirts, called by way of flattery, not
Vere-wolves, but ‘‘chief operators,”
“chief liuemeu,” ‘‘local managers,”
•He., who, lurking in the shadows of
the skyscrapers, waited and watched,
hoping to hear the despairing cry of
defeat come sobbing through tha open
windows of the room where the work
ers, starvation and treason staring
them in the face, were debating what
was to them a matter of life and
death; and then as a ringing cheer
came through the open windows, the
lurkers in the shadows of the sky
scrapers hurriedly crossed the open
street uud were seen in their true na
tures—the were-wolves of the Western
Union-Postal Telegraph Trust, out
hunting for the blood of victims. Hut
there was yet worse to see and hear.
A few days before the stiike col
lapsed a little woman, a woman with
starving babies clinging to her knees,
a woman driven at last by hunger to
do what she had rather die than do,
• / i lone were to die, went back to
f •' ;e uud pleaded to be reinstat
W er position if only for her
ata r children’s sake; but the
Wet Union chief were-woif told
her .that she had not treated him rignt
(imaigne a were-wolf making such a
statement!), and that regardless of
the divine duty that had been impos
ed by the sacred fact of motherhood,
there was no place for her within the
holy precincts of the trust. Which
means in naked words that in the
sunny South, whose soil has been bap
tized time and again and again with
the blood of heroes and heroines, we
have lived to see a were-woll of the
lords of greed and gold apply the
blacklist to a woman. Great God!
How low the sons of the men who fol
lowed Lee and Grant to Apamattox
have fallen! This little mother of
whom I have written—the staiving
stikers gathered for her what mites of
gold they could, and thereby proved
what has been so often proven before,
the inherent nobility of the poor—
this little mother and her brave com
rade workers must take to the streets
or starve for their “disloyalty,” so
says the Trust; while it keeps in its
employ a thing for which there is no
name in any language in the world, a
thing which, sick unto death, home
less and moneyless was taken pity on
by his fellow workers, who out of
their slender earnings made up a
purse, who cared for him and sent
him away to healing waters, and when
through their charity he was healed—
this thing came back to scab upon the
men and women who bad given him
his life! And this thing and his kind
are what the Trust calls “loyal,”
while men and women who dared to
! stand up for their class are blacklist
■ ed and hunted down by the were
wolves of the Trust. Workingmen,
the were-wolves are already preparing
the graves of liberty ; the trust mag
nates are hoisting the black flag on
the hills ’round Valley Forge, and the
} plutocracy even now is chanting the
I funeral song of the republic. Awaken!
* * *
l Brothers! You and 1 and all of uc
who must sell our brains and hands
in order to eat, we know that even fcr
the strongest man the way through
earth is strewn with thorns and fire.
How much harder, then, must it be
for her whose earthly duty it is to
bear and rear the race?
And knowing this, what kind of meu
j are we who refuse to come together
j and orgauize the might, the might of
a united working class, which alone
] can put an end to all this shame and
misery?
Are we so educated and steeped in
the philosophy of graft that we are
lost to manhood and honor; that we
; would lather continue on the road of
degradation, with the chains of slav
ery linking ’round us, than to make a
j supremo effort to re-establish the re
; public
Is Socialism to be done to death by
I Faction
I Are we going to surrender all hope
of democracy, all that makes us hu
man and life worth the living without
one single effort?
I, for one, do not believe you have
fallen so low, and 1 plead with you to
leave the camp of Faction and to
inarch as one against the citadels of
Oppression !
I plead with you to gather around
the blood-red banner of the I. W. W.
—the banner of peace, the banner of
justice, the banner of freedom—and
banish slavery from the earth, finally
and forever! COVINGTON HALL.
spirit of—*future
I had a dream. X seemed to stand
in one of the migbtyjcities of the past
and iu the midst of the city men were
laboring to raise a pyramid, higher
than that of Cheops. And the base
of the pyramid was formed of the
oorpses of men and women and of the
bodies of mangled children, but its
upper part was formed, of finest gold,
which flashed and glittered in the
beams of the setting sun. And be
side the pyramid there lay a golden
sphinx, and the'spbiux'had the power
of speech.
Suddenly the men who were labor
iug on the pyramid refused to do the
bidding of their taskmasters and
overseers, and they threw down their
tools and ceased to work And it
was given to me to read the souls of
men and 1 saw that their hearts were
filled with bitterness because of the
injustice under which they groaned.
A spirit which I had not observed
stood beside the sphinx. The face of
the spirit was most beautiful—so full
of love and compassion that iu my
dream know it was the spirit of the
future. And the spirit and the sphinx
conversed together, and they spoke in
a strange speech and yet I under
stood.
I knew that the spirit was pleading
with the sphinx for those who were
crushed beneath her pyramid. Bilt
being made of gold and not of the
common clay of humanity, she was
deaf to the voice of mercy and no
longer acknowledged the tie of our
common humanity. And pitilessly
and insolently did she refuse to abate
for the good of all one tittle of the
privileges that she unjustly claimed
as hers.
Long and patiently the Bpirit
pleaded with the sphinx. But it was
iu vain. And then suddenly, in a
twinkling as it were, a change came
over the countenance of the spirit.
The lightnings flashed from his eyes
and he wbb terrible to look upon, nud
when he spoke his voice was as the
voice of a vast multitude borne on
the wings of the wind.
“Oh, thou hideous thing of selfish
ness,” I heard the spirit say. “Many
times and in many lands tbou hast
built thy pyramid upon the bodies of
thy suffering fellow beings. But now,
O sphinx, thou shalt rear no more
thy pyramid upon the bodies of thy
brother men, but they thou hast op
pressed shall build the temple,
straight-shafted, high and broad
enough for all.
The spirit raised his hand to heaven
and a wind came from every corner
of the sky and blew and beat against
the pyramid, and the earth shook and
trembled and groaned to her nether
most depths and the sphinx was
crushed beneath the pyramid that she
had i eared. C. J. R.
PUNCTURED HIS ELOQUENCE.
A lawyer in Johnstown, N.Y., while
defending a little boy who had been
apprehended in the act of making a
surreptitious entrance under the fair
grounds fence, drew for the jury a
most pathetio picture of the prison
er’s “poor old widowed mother with
the tears streaming down her face
and her gray head bowed in sorrow at
the thought of her little boy being
incarcerated.” The youthful offender
cut in at this point with “Please,
sir, Mr. Lawyer, my mother ain’t a
widow.” “Shut up, darn you,” said
the lawyer.
“I’m trying this case, not you.”
—Law Notes.
NO PEACE CONFERENCE.
“Are you going to strike, ma?”
asked the little boy,as he tremblingly
gazed upon the uplifted shingle.
“That's just what I’m going todo. ”
“Can’t we arbitrate, ma, before
you strike?”
“I am just going to arbitrate,” she
said, as the shingle descended and
raised a cloud of dust from the seat
of a pair of pantalocns—“I am just
going to arbitrate, my son, and this
shingle is the board of arbitration.”
BOBBIN BOY’S WAGES.
John B. Lennon, treasurer of the
American Federation of Labor, de
livered recently an address on strikes.
Turning to the amusing features of
the strike question. Mr. Lennon
said :
“I remember a strike of bobbin
boys, a just strike, and one that suc
ceeded. These boys conducted their
light well, even brilliantly. Thus the
day they turned out they posted .in
the spinning roem'of their employers’
mill a great placard inscribed with
the words:
“ ‘The wages of sin is death, but
the wages of the bobbin boys is
worse. ’ ”
UNCLE SAM AND
BRO. JONATHAN
Brother Jonathan—You Socialists
j are all wrong!
i Uncle Sam—Inasmuch as to which?
B. J.—Why, don’t you see, yon
want to rob the capitalists of their
factories and machinery. That’s
wrong. That’s just as wrong as for
them to want to rob the workers of
too much of wbat they produce.
You’ll never do anything that way.
The workingmen will have to get
together with the oapitalists and form
an agreement in whioh they will each
get a fair share.
U. S.—Your position is that a man
who has property, provided he got it
honestly, ought to be allowed to keep
it
B. J.—Exactly.
U. S. —Regardless of how he uses it?
B. J.—Yes. If he uses it wrongly,
let him be compelled by law to use it
right, but let him keep it.
U. S.—Alright. Here we go, cav
alry and artillery, right through your
position. ,
B. J. braces himself.
U. 8.—Jeff Davis and the Southern
plantation owning middle-elase men
he represented, possessed slaves?
B. J.—Yes.
U. 8.—Acquired honestly, by pur
chase?
B. J.—Yes.
U. S.—Frightfully maltreated, and
exploited by their owners to the last
farthing?
B. J.—Ye-es.
U. 8.—And did they get together,
master and slave, and come to an
agreement to fleece the slaves less?
B. J. —No, indeed! We marched
down there, “fifty thousand strong”
with Sherman, and a hundred thous
and strong with Grant, and shot and
clubbed the slaveholder into emanci
pating his slaves, and giving them a
chance to learn and earn for them
selves. And "v glorious work it was,
too!
U. 8.—But, Jonathan, the slaves
and slaveholders should have got to
1 gether
B .J.—Bosh!
U. S. —But, Jonathan, the North
should not have robbed the 8outh of
its slaves
B. J.—Bother!
U. S.—But, Jonathan, the North
should not have used arms to enforce
its theft
B. J.—Hang it all, man, stop your
tomfoolery. Don't yeu know that
the South couldn’t and wouldn’t free
its slaves because it had invested mil
lions of dolltirs in them, and it wasn't
going to voluntarily force all that loss
upon itself?
U. S.—But it might at least have
been made to treat its slaves better,
to feed them more plentifully, school
them more diligently, and work them
more moderately
B. .T. — Some more of your nonsense.
The South couldn’t do that either. If
a planter began that game, he would
And himself bankrupt in short order.
He eouldn’t keep up with the com
petition of his fellow planters, all
anxious to get ahead of him on the
market, and his business would have
gone to smash.
U. S. —But the robbery—the arms
to sustain it—
B. J. —Won’t you ever see? The
South couldn’t and wouldn’t free its
slaves. The freeing had to be done.
The North freed them, and was com
pelled to resort to arms to enforce the
decree of its Piesident. It had to be.
U. S.—Had to be? Why?
B. J.—Because slavery was a orime.
Because it denied the Declaration of
Independence, which was grounded
on the equality of man. Because it
was a sin in the eyes of God for one
man to own another. Because slavery
was a pitfall in the path ef civiliza
tion and human progress. Because
the Christian ideal could not be
realized while it existed. Because
slavery
U. S.—That will do. What has be
come of your position that property
honestly acquired must be held sacred
and improper use of it curbed by
law?
B. J.—Looking around for his posi
tion—Torn to shreds, I must confess.
U. P.—Yes, Jonathan, ripped thru
and thru as will be all hasty defences
thrown up to withstand the heavy
guns of Socialism.
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The Primary
Need of the
Workers Is
Education.
From education will spring
the necessary forces for organ
ization.
Carry a copy of the Indus
trial AVorker in your pocket
and show it to your fellow
workers. It will be of great
aid in sweeping the capitalist
cobwel^p from their brains.
Thousands of workers are
willing to help in th.e educa
tion and emancipation of the
working class, if told how.
Intelligent, systematic and
persistent work ie the
Keystone of
Success
in the working class move
ment. Let us push the circu
lation of the Industrial Work
er and hasten the day when
the workers shall come into
possession of their OWN.
The capitalists have their
paid agents ever on the watch
to keep the literature of en
lightenment from the eyes of
the workers. We must meet
their plans with volunteers,
who shall strive to get this
literature before the workers.
There must be no let up in
the propaganda of progres
sive unionism, until the cit
adel of capitalism is captured
and the working class is
triumphant.
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of Teas and Delicatessen specialties in the city.
J. CHILBERG, Cor. B and First Ave.
GO TO THE
North Pole Bakery
For Fresh Bread and Pastry.
THE BEST COFFEE IN TOWN.
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The best goods at prices to meet your purse. Note the
following figures :
At $16.50, a good all wool or worsted Suit of Clothes. Regular
price, $22.50.
At $20.00. The best Suit or Overcoat in our store. Regular
price. $30 00.
At 25c. a pair. A heavy white wool Sock. Regular price, 50c.
A Suit of Men's Heavy Underwear for $1.00. Never sold for
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At $2.00 a pair. Men's three and four-buckle Arctics.
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THE
HUNTER
CAFE
* !
GUS ALMGREN
Proprietor
The Workingman
Can get more for his
money here thaw anywhere
else.
The Epicure
Can get the choicest
and most palatabls dishes
the market affords