that the largest corporations
Jiave filed no statement of earn
ings or dividends paid for the
last ten years.
Consider the significance of
these wage schedules for two wo
men working regularly through a
quarter of the year.
Worker No. 124 is a nameless
Polish girl, strong, willing, eager
to earn. For the two weeks end
ing with each date she received:
July 13 . $7.59
July 27 6.77
Aug. 10 8.74
Aug. 24 7.08
Sept 7 : 7.20
Sept. 21 10.33
Oct. 5 9.79
That makes a total o'f $57.50
for fourteen weeks. The rate of
payftient was 74 cents an hour.
For the sake of $4.11 a week this
girl paid her transportation from
Rochester, and sustained 'herself
as best she might.
Whether man or woman, the
record of worker No! 10 is a trag
edy. Here it stands:
July 13 '....$8.30
Aug. 10 '... 3.44
A 'total of $20.49 for six weeks
of unsparing work and unutter
able sqttalor, a wage of $3.41 a
week, a wage which must refund
the employer all train fare ad
vanced and provide what neces
sities of life are bought at a pad
rone's store.. This, remember, in
a colony aloof from other indus-
tries, where migrating cannery
workers must accept the wages
offered or starve.
Workers No. 9 and No. 22. em
ployed on June 29, received a fort
night later on July 13 credit
for their transportation from
Rochester, and just 74 cents.
Then their place knew them no
Curious, I questioned Veronica
Talc "Was work slack in July?"
Her dark eyes darkened with
"Mae'mee," she answered "on a
good day we pack 8,000 quarts of
berries. One week in that July
we pack 103,000 quarts. I can
not tell you, but I never forget
"Then let me tell you some
thing as bad," I said.
"During peas, Mrs. Kate Don
nelly, a capper, went to work at
7 a. m., carrying her three'meals.
For nearly a month she never
came home until 8 o'clock in the
evening, often not until 2 a. m. In
one week she worked 119 hours,
over 17 hours a day for seven
days, while two other women
worked 115 hours. Their mates
at the machines gave up, utterly
worn out, but the can droppers
who kept them supplied bore up
to the bitter end.
Our day's work over, we hur-v
ried to the "camp" filthy shacks
where imported workers from the
big cities are housed by the em
ployers ih part1 payment for their
. The pestiferous atmosphere
that came from the ill-smelling
sleeping quarters, the open sewer,
garbage heaps and reeking out
door closets emphasized our pov
erty, proved the hideous fact that
we were less valuable than cattle.
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