Newspaper Page Text
THE VOICE the PEOPLE
(Formerly "The Lumberjack.")
Education * I *Freedom In
Organization RV Indus tria
Published Weekly by National Industrial Union of Forest and Lumber
Workers, Southern District.
Office of Publication:
335 Carondelet Street, New Orleans, La.
COVINGTON HALL, Editer.
Yearly. United States .................................... ....... $1.00
Six Months, United States ....... .............................. 50
Foreign. Yearly ........... ................................. 1.60
Bundle Orders, Per Copy (in Canada) ........................... 02%
Bundle Orders, Per Copy (in United States) .......................2.. .2
Single Copies .......... ..................................... 05
P LEASE NOTE.
In sending money for the paper do not mix it with monies Intended for
the organization, as the paper carries a separate account.
Cash must accompany all orders.
NATIONAL INDUSTRIAL UNION OF FOREST AND LUMBER WORKERS-
District Headquarters ...........1194 Gould Avenue. Alexandria, Louisiana
Jay Smith ......... ...................... Secretary Southern District
EXECUTIVE BOARD-SOUTHIERN DISTRICT.
J. N. Philips. W. E. lollingsworth, D. R. Gordon, E. L. Ashworth,
Your subscription expires with the issue number opposite your name on
wrapper. If you do not wish to miss a copy you should renew your subscrip
tion at least two weeks before expiration.
Please notify us if you do not receive your papers regularly.
Entered as Second-class Matter July 5, 1913, at the Post Office at New
Orleans, La., under the act of August 24, 1912.
THE FORCE THAT RULES THE WORLD.
By Covington Hall.
Nature no longer controls the evolution of the human race.
Man has conquered nature, and the evolution of the race is to-day
governed by man's self-created, self-made world-the
world of things-the world of industry, whose temples and fort
resses are the machines of production and distribution. It is true
that we must go to the earth for all our needs and wealth, but it is
also true that without the tools and sciences which man has cre
ated through long centuries of toil that we could not force our
Mother Earth to yield as she yields to us to-day, and, without this
abundant yield, civilization could not exist, for civilization depends
upon an ever-rising standard of living, and this in turn depends
upon the perfection of the machinery of production and distribu
tion. Without this machinery the modern world could not exist
and, therefore, the machine owner, the capitalist, is lord and mas
ter of society to-day, and for the reason that he controls the force
which in turn controls society. Man conquered nature and defeat
ed other animals in the struggle for existence solely and only be
cause he was a tool producing animal. His thoughts have broad
ened only as he was able to make the tools with which to work.
Without tools his world would vanish and his empire pass away.
Take away from me the tool which enables me to break into
this storehouse of nature called the earth and you render me a crip
ple in the struggle for existence; make my right to use it depend
ent on your will, and I ;unam worse than a slave to you, for you then
compel me to sell myself, and this indignity the slave was spared.
The Invention of Tools.
To see how all-important are the tools of production and distri
bution, pause and think what the invention of the bow and arrow
and the dugout meant to man! How many leagues were added to
his dominion; how much treasure fell into his hands; how the em
pire of his thought was enriched with ideas he never dreamed be
fore! What a revolution these simple tools must have brought
about in the lives, customs, manners, morals, laws and religions of
our ancient sires! Think! Then look around you at the mighty
machines that have evolved from these simple tools and know that
a social revolution is again at hand; that industrial democracy or
industrial despotism is the only choice which you can make; that
the working class or the capitalist class must rule the world, and
that rulership depends upon the ownership and control of the ma
chinery of production and distribution, upon industrial, and not
upon political power.
Be not led astray. When you, the working class, organize so
as to control the industrial process, all other powers must obey you,
for no other power can resist the power that feeds and clothes and
houses the human race.
Industrial ('ontrol Is Everything.
Industrially united you can turn defeat into victory and float
the crimson banner of industrial democracy from the flagstaff of
every capitol in the world.
Be not deceived. Let the politicians howl on. Your society,
the society of the working class, must be, by the mandate of desti
ny, a social commonwealth, an industrial democracy, and when the
commonwealth rises it must rise through the organized industrial
power of the working class, the I. W. W. This side of that com
monwealth there is no rest, nor peace, nor home, nor good for us,
the propertyless, the disinherited of earth.
LUMINESCENCE FROM EUREKA.
By Alexander MacKay.
"Eureka!" Said an old Greek "guy" who only found out how
to do a little sum, but we say it with real joy, for we have found a
native who is not job-simple.
"Eureka!" Another great discovery, met a "lumberjack"
with four fingers and two thumbs, this shows how premature the
Compensation Law is.
Beautiful scenery in Eureka, beautifully owned and controlled
by the "Lumber Trust."
Many intellectual giants in Eureka seem to be living under the
impression that workingmen will start sprouting wings if enough
Bergers are elected. It's a cinch most of us will be angels.
Certain slaves around here, will almost admit the righteous
ness of sabotage, if they are told the "Appeal to Reason" is the
Scene: Boarding-house, Scotia Mill. Time, about half-an-hour
after what some slaves think is a supper.
1st Slave: "Gee Sam! You've been on this job a heluva long
2nd Slave. "Yep! About fourteen years."
1st Slave. "Say! How can you stick so long in a rotten dump
2nd Slave. "Well! You see, a fellah gets three meals a day, and
a purty fair bed. What more does a fellah want ?"'
Biff: A well-aimed sabot hit slave number 2 on that
specific region of his anatomy, where brains are pop
ularly supposed to have their place of abode.
Aftermath. Next day a man with a little red card, calmly walked
into the Local and announced pleasantly that he was
fired for losing a shoe.
Moral. Use a club.
By W. M. Witt.
By exploiting perfection, I have reference to the so-called doc
tor fee and insurance imposed upon the subjects of the timber
Exploiting is MERELY a NICE name for this LOWEST grade
It's as EASY and LOW as taking candy from a baby, or pen
nies from a blind man. This thieving scheme of having a COM
PULSORY fee for alleged doctors and immaginary insurance,
would never have entered the mind of an ordinary employer, but
was hatched in the putrid brain of the MOST collossal exploiterst
These grafters are NOT satisfied with giving a man ONLY a
fractional part of his daily earnings, but from the low wage class
they take one day of their labor in each month ABSOLUTELY
gratis. They will EVEN take this tax for the right to work, out
of the two last days in a month, should one happen to go to work
at that time. This they have done for me.
Several years ago they would give a man a FEW doses of pills
or quinine out of this "rake-off" called a doctor fee, but NOW, at
most places, they charge extra for any "dope" issued to a sick or
dying man. To give a few doses of medicine FREE might lower
its reputation for being the VERY acme of exploiting perfection.
When the subjects of the timber thieves get sick or crippled
the sawmill boarding "dump" is their hospital. Should they hap
pen to have any time in the office they will be charged board for a
place to MERELY rest their WEARY bones. Should their demise
become a CERTAINTY they might then ship them to some nearby
hospital in order to AVOID burial expenses, which should NOT
exceed five or ten dollars around * mill where lumber is PLENTI
FUL and labor CHEAP.
The insurance fee is QUIETI liberal. If badly crippled they
will pay half time until you can work, if killed, of COURSE, NOTH
I was once unfortuate enough to get crippled or disabled for a
period of 21 days. At the expiration of that time and after deduc
tion for board ONLY, I had the magnificent sum of 95 cents due me
according to their figures.
I was once at a place where the sawmill managers refused to
take any action in the matter of a poor devil who had been sick and
down for QUITE a while.
He WISHED to be moved and after paying the outrageous doc
tor or hospital fee for months, the boys had to take up private do
nations from the men on the job in order to defray his expenses.
NOW, in conclusion, fellow-workers, I would ask you to get
into the ONE BIG UNION, the I. W. W., and we will put an end
to conditions which are enough to "make angels weep" and devils
WHAT IS A HOBO?
By Jim Seymomur.
The Voice of the People is one of the few papers that under
stands that much maligned, easy-going creature, the hobo; one of
the very few that ever attempt to correct the average person's
jfalse impressions concerning him. Many persons living to-day can
remember a time in the United States wl-en gigantic monopolies
were unknown, when the present wonderful development of the
machine was only a dream within a dream, and when any able-hod
led man willing to work could find a job. In those days there were
some lazy men. I do not refer to the sons of the rich, but to those
men who were both lazy and propertyleess. These shiftless fel
lows often took to wandering about the country dodging work.
The vocation of tramp was theirs through choice, not of necessi
ty. The tramp then was so seldom seen as to be quite an interest
ing specimen to the inhabitants of the villages through which he
passed. He was as good an aattraction as the average medicine
show and often fared better than the showmen.
But the "palmy" days are gone. The tramp life is no longer
a bed of roses, not even one of alfalfa. Competition is keen and
woodpiles numerous, and the tramp is about as interesting to
other people as a ham sandwich to an Egyptian mummy. He still
exists, this moneyless man who refuses to work, in the form of
the professional tramp, but he forms less than ten per cent of that
vast and increasing army of homeless, unemployed men that has
I become the very greatest of all our glorious American institutions.
Over ninety per cent of the hobos (and why should we not consid.
er the rule rather than the exception?) are men who will work,
and work hard. The hobo, it is he who cleans up the odds and ends
of labor. To him falls the task of driving railroad spikes and
swinging the pick and shovel under the blistering summer sun.
The man-killing job of harvesting is his. He digs the ditches,
picks the fruits and berries and fells the trees in the northern
woods. And while at work he lives on food that would kill anyode
but a hobo or a freight brakeman, and sleeps in bunks constructed
on a congested plan that even a director of Trinity might envy.
Then comes the time when the odd-job season is over. And
quite in helping with the all-round cussedness of things in this
world, work is scarcest in the winter. By the time winter has
fairly set in the hobos shoes are thin-soled and heelless, his pants
well ventilated and his stomach empty. Then it is that he calls at
the house of the great American citizen who studies little and
learns less. Then it is that he hears the silly and monotonous
question, "Why Don't You Work ?"
The hobo is as patient as an abused cow; he explains that he
did work when he could.
"Why didn't you save your money ?" asks Mr. Citizen.
Ah, yes, that's it. Why doesn't he save his money? If you
would know, Mr. Doctor or Mr. Lawyer, and especially Mr. Mil
lionaire, get some coarse overalls to chafe your tender hides, go
to an employment agency and take a hobo's job. Endure the
revolting conditions for a month. Stick to it half as long as the
hobo odes. Be half as much of a man 'as the hobo for once in your
lives and I warrant you will be better informed on a question that
from now on shall be dinned into your pink ears until it is solved.
Will you heed the roar of the growing flame or will you fiddle while
Rome burns? It's up to you.
By Covington Hall.
"You weary me with praying,
You tire me with bunc;
I am sick of your petitions,
Your priests' and preachers' punk.
'If you want the earth, GO, take it!
Quit whining of your need
1 have filled the earth with plenty
Have your brains ALL run to seed ?
Cut out your cry for saviors
(To be murdered in your sight.)
Come off your knees, you lobsters,
And learn to THIRK and FIGHT!
"THE MAGIC LETTERS."
r Bury your common-sense under an old stump on a Tuesday
t at the rising of the moon, walk three times around the stump re
peating the magic letter§, I. W. W., and you'll never be troubled
with an intelligent judgment again. With some,people the pre
31 liminaries may be omitted; the letters alone will do the trick. ,They
t have done it for most of the editorial wirters of the country.
It is not worth while disputing any special thing these editors
say-but we want to ask where those three letters got their occult
power? What is the source of the spell ?
It is not that they mean violence in labor disputes. I venture
- to say that with the possible exception of the Lawrence strike, no
i strike of recent years in a big industrial city has been attended
e with so little violence upon the part of the workers as the pres
' ent strike of the I. W. W. in Paterson. Personally, I never saw so
r much mob-lawfulness as I've seen out there. And that, too, in face
of an utter lawlessness on the part of those whose business it is
to uphold the law. The 1. W. W. in Paterson has given the world
y a supreme example of the power of a working man to wake up the
public when he simply keeps his hands in his pockets.
ai It is not violence, and it is not ADVOCATING VIOLENCE,
that casts the spell. Anybody who ever saw a strike before knows
el that the "big talk" at Paterson is no bigger than the big talk ev
erywhere else. It gets advertised better, that's all.
The spell lies deeper than that. It lies essentially, I think, in
i one fact; namely, that the leaders of the I. W. W. take a maxim
of the Socialist philosophy seriously. They believe that "to the
Sworker belongs the product of his work." They believe it as a fact
(factum, "a thing done"). To the striking workers belongs the
product of their work-both the mills and their output.
It This belief taken seriously leads to two lines of conduct which
d raise the hair on the heads of persons untouched by the Socialist
First: It leads to THE REFFUSAL TO MAKE AGREE
MENTS WITH THE EMPLOYER. Every demand of the I. W. W.
is accompanied by the threat of a new strike as soon as the work
ers have recuperated-and so on until by some system of organiza
tion yet to be devised, the workers possess the product of their
work. To persons who do not accept the maxim above quoted
- to persons who never heard of it-such conduct is a high outrage.
f Second: It leads to the possibility of SABOTAG(;E PIER
s FORMED MORALLY-i. e., perfoimed with deliberate estimation
1 of its significance and results. Sabotage performed immorally, as
s a sort of theft, or sneaking revenke. a surreptious levy upon the
e employer's property, is as old as wage-labor. But sabotage Iper
- formed morally, as a use of ONE'S OWN property for a considered
e purpose-and that purpose the emancipation not only of himself
e but of the whole working class, and the world, from the slaveries
of capitalism-that is a new thi~ng on the earth. It produces new
Semotions. It unseats the editorial judgment.
I do not think that either of these lines of conduct is extreme
ly important, or accounts for the growth of the I. W. W., or for its
e significance in the labor movement. That is a dlifrerent matter.
e I am just trying to get my finger on the source of the spell that
those letters cast my over the average mind. And I think it lies
"Miorities since time began
Have shown the better side of man;
I- Often in the lists oi time,
One man has niade a cause sublime.
a, PAUL LAWREN'CE DUNBAR.