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The Ballot. W. E. P. FRENCH. I. What do you think a vote is for? Something to sell for a dollar or more? Something to castas you're told to do? Something to give to the wealthy few, Who are only as one to ten of you? Don't rail at the rich, let your whining cease, The crimes of our times lie at Labor's door For the rich have only a vote apiece, Till the poor man sells them more. II. Who sells his vote is both fool and knave More, he is coward and thief and slave, (Content as a slave to live and die), Deserter, traitor and thrice-damned spy. Fool, since he sells his right to think For a harlot's wage or the price of a drink Whereas, had he cast his vote aright, He and his were victors in the fight. Knave, since he's false to the Nation's trust. Coward, because he's afraid to thrust With the ballot's knife for Labor's cause, But helps with his vote to make the laws That bind his fellows in closer thrall, Thief, since he steals from the arsenal Of Labor its best and keenest steel, Deserts the ranks of the common-weal, And fawn—the cur—at the dollar's heel, Traitor to duty atid honor's call Spy of the spoiler in Labor's hall! Brand him with shame till he's under ground, Black-hearted dastard and craven hound, III. What do you think a vote is for? To demand, to command, not to implore, So nething to use in your manhood's might! Something to cast for the cause of right! Something to handle with strong, clean hands! Something to win back your stolen lands! Something to emphasize your demands! Don't rail at the rich, let your whinings cease, The crimes of our times lie at Labor's door For the rich have only a vote apiece. Till the poor man sells them more! IV. Then use the ballot and end your woes Vote for your friends and not for your foes Grapple your birthright fast to your souls Victory's yours when you guard the polls To see that the count be fairly made, To see that the law shall be obeyed Victory's yours when your not afraid To stand by Justice, To grasp the right, To change the proverb To—Right makes might. Victory's yours when you learn at last, For what and for whom your votes to cast Yours when the lesson you've mastered well That a ballot's to use and not to sell Yours when you finally understand That "Divided, we fall united, stand!'' Then stand together—why longer wait? And make THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE FATE Who Are the Anarchists? Lynn, Mass., dispatch of Sept. 27: The largest congregation ever seen at a Sunday service in any place of worship in this city assembled in the Labor church today to hear the Rev. Herbert N. Casson, preach on The Labor World VOL. I. DULUTH AND SUPERIOR, OCT. 10, 1896. No. 14 the subject, "Who is the Anarchist, Bryan or Hatina?" The auditorium was crowded with people of all shades of political opinions, including* leading repub licans, democrats and populists, several city officials, local labor leaders and a delegation from the Bryan-Sewall-Williams club of Boston. The preacher's fame as a pulpit orator is not confined to New England alone. He spoke for two hours and roused his hearers to a high pitph of enthusiasm when he said that "Nebraska never had a better loved son than Bryan." The Rev. Mr. Casson said that as his service was a political one, he would omit the reading of the Scripture lesson, and by way of preface read portions of several ed itorial articles bearing on his sub ject from the New York Journal, which paper, he said, was "the most progressive organ of public opinion published in the Eastern states today. Mr. Casson said in part: The laws of prosperity are to be discovered, not constructed. The real legislator for whom this na tion waits is he who shall find and dare to proclaim the perfect social order foreordained by justice from the beginning of the world. The real anarchists is he who seeks to violate the laws of nature for the exclusive benefit of a small fraction of the community. During the present campaign the epithet "anarchist" has been hurled at the heads of some of the noblest and most capable men that this generation has produced. The fierce searchlight of publicity has blazed upon these men for years, and not a single corrupt official act has ever been discovered. Bryan is caricatured, just as Lin coln was, as a highwayman, as a pirate, even as the devil, and in many similar ways. Whether Bryan's political views are entirely correct or not, who can deny that he is a citizen of whom any nation in the world might boast? Whether we consider the sustain ed ability of his addresses, his gentlemanly endurance of slander and misrepresentation, his un sullied public career, or the mag netism of his unaffected cordialty to the sweat-stained masses that greet him at every depot, we can. not avoid admiring him as a sturdy specimen of our American man hood. Compare him with the gagged individual who trembles in his mortgaged house lest Hanna may foreclose. Compare him with that unfortunate Napoleon who has al ready met his Wellington and sur rendered his convictions, and it is plain to see which best represents the principles of the Declaration of Independence. Bryan is the spokesman of the half-awakened producers, who form nine-tenths of the population. He and his associates have revived the apostolic power of "casting out devils" in the democratic party and of raising the dead to life among the republican rank and file. They have given us at least a real issue instead of a sham one, and though their remedy may seem in adequate to progressive thinkers, it is in the right direction and in accordance with the people's will. During the last few years we have been rapidly developing a slave ele ment in our population a proper tyless class, entirely dependent up on the sale of their labor. No longer does Jack hobnob with his master. The rich and poor do not live in the same quarter of the city. A second secession has split our society into two hostile elements, and it is childish to howl "anarchist" at the patriot who proclaims the unwel come fact and seeks to weld the na tion into unity again by repealing the laws that caused it to split asunder. America is the workingman's "Paradise Lost," and it can never be regained by passive obedience to the serpent. Our carpenters build magnificent mansions and live in rented tene ments themselves. Our mechanics construct electric lights and use kerosene at home they manufact ure pianos and do not own a tin whistle they build carriages and go on foot. Our miners dig gold and die poor they delve in danger ous coal mines and lack fuel in the winter. Our farmers raise grain and want for food, export cotton and wool and lack clothing, sell cattle and are without meat. Our marvelous inventions have been monopolized so that, in spite