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DEATH TO BURNS-BALDWIN-FELTS-ISM!
An Injury To One Organization Is Power As I To
THE VOICE the PEOPE
[OWNED BY THE LUMBERJACKS OF DIXIE]
VOLUME 11 "MIGHT is RIGHT" NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1913 "TrTH CoNguses" Nuula 46
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"Political Action" In Action "On The Civilized Plane"
Forest Workers And Working Farmers, Attention!
We want every Forest and Lumber Worker and
every working farmer in the Southern District
who takes this paper to carefully read and study
the splendid address, an "Apeal to Southern Lum
ber Workers and Working Farmers," by Secretary
Jay Smith of the Southern District which appears
on the editorial page of this issue of THE VOICE.
Then we want you to pass it on to your friends in
the woods, mills and corn patches and ask them to
carefully read and study it. Then we want all of
you who are tied of slaving for the Lumber Kings
Land Lords and Railroad Magnates for a PEONS
wage and a TENANTS portion to read again and
study the great ?REAMBLE of the I. W. W. and
then we want YOU, if you believe with us and
want "A MAN'S LIFE FOR ALL THE WORK
ERS OF ALL TIE WORLD," to take ACTION at
ONCE-DIRECT ACTION, that is to say, we want
you to attend the UNION'S MEETINGS and we
want YOU to gc out among your fellow-workers
and urge them to get into the ONE BIG UNION
OF THE WORKINGICLASS and prepare to SHUT
DOWN THE ENTIRE TIMBER BELT OF THE
SOUTH in a great GENERAL STRIKE just as the
boys on the Southern Pacific Railroad have
dammed it into that old plunderbund. And we
want you to hell) us carry the message of this
GREAT GENERAL STRIKE OF ALL THE
SOUTHERN WORKERS, WHITE AND COL.
ORED, which is now being planned to every work
er on the tracks, trains and in the shops of that
infamous'BRITISl PLUNDERBUND, the Santa
Fe Railroad System and preach to them a UNION
of all the forces of labor against it and its infa
mous ally, the Southern Lumber Operators Asso
ciation, to the end that that PLUNDERBUND of
PIRATES shall be unionized from one end to the
other and its crimes against working men and
working farmers be ended once and for all. Get
busy to-day. And stand for no more sluggings and
murderings of rebellious workers by the GUN
MEN and DETECTIVES of these allied PLUN
DERBUNDS, for these rurales have no rights and
standing under the law, their deeds are a negation
of the whole bill of rights to write which our rev
olutiQnary fathers went naked and barefooted thru
the ice and sleet of VALLEY FORGE, as they are
an attempted denial of all those fundamental
rights that are ours by the very fact that we are
born on earth, therefore-when they slug and
shoot, then you SHOOT, and SHOOT to kill. Arm
and defend yourselves. And--SABOTAGE the
BOSS. But above all, organize, organize, ORGAN
IZE--organize into the One Big Union of your
class, the Industrial Workers of the World, for it
alone is your only salvation, your only hope of
ORGANIZE! ORGANIZE ! ORGANIZE!!!
WHAT ARE U DOING FOR THE WHEATLAND
VICTIMS? GET BUSY, U! SEND YOUR PRO
TESTS TO HOLY HIRAM, PUT YOUR SYM.
PATHY ON ICE, TURN YOUR SAB CATS
LOOSE ON THE RANCH KINGS, AND SEND
A FEW DIMES TO ANDY BARBER, SEC. I,
W. W. LOCALS, 1119 THIRD ST, SACRA.
MENTO, CAL, FOR THE DEFENSE FUND.
GET BUSY, U!
Men and Mules on the River Front
Some Rotten Cemditisu And Their Remedy.
Where is the Dock and Cotton Council of the
olden days ? Yes, where is it? The same old D. and
C. C. that raised wages and made working condi
tions along the river front in New Orleans as good
if not better than any port along the Atlantic and
Gulf Coasts? Does it still exist? Yes, but sad to
say, in name only. Its old time officers are holding
down the political jobs that they were able to ob
tain by turning the once mighty D. and C. C. into
the tail of their political kites, and its members are
slaving along the front, bound hands and feet, by
contracts that were not of their making, and work
ing under conditions which in the palmhny days of
old, would have caused them to turn the whole
4amn front topsy turvy at the very thought of it.
Longshoremen, working in the holds, on the
decks and on the docks, altogether unload the
freight from the ships and lay it on the docks; for
this they are paid forty cents per hour; truckers
and freight handlers, stacking and trucking, pick
the freight off the docks and load the same cargo
on the teams and in the cars-the same carg,
mind you, and it hasn't decreased in weight since
being unloaded from the ships-and for this they
ae paid the munificent sum of twenty cents an
hoer. Truly it is to laugh. Stick to t, y, i sk
ers, yu'll set yer belly full by nd bye.
aniea foremen and beas pUshing the mn,
~iaking one man do the work of two mules, all for
the interest of the boss and against the interest of
the men. Stevedore's sons hiring their own gangs
and the gangs hired by the union foreman getting
turned down when they report for work. The S. P.
docks all'unorganized, likewise, the Philadelphia
andNew Orleans Dock, and doing the same work
as the other docks for thirty cents an hour.
Half the men only working three and four days
a week and the other half working tea hears a day.
The banana handlers working for almost nothing,
then getting docked part of this every minute the
elevators are stopped and, in face of all this, they
are forced to tramp about three miles to collect
when the days work is done.
Firemen and Sailors, their Unions shot to Hell,
and their jobs owned and distributed by some big
punk of a rummy shipping master, Chinese and
Coolies manning the ships, living on slop and hog
feed and not getting enough of that; Bunks all
crummy and the fo'oc'les unfit for a self-respecting
human being to go into any more. Captain Rose
shouting prosperity and patriotism with all the
old-timers on the bum, the ships all flying foreign
flags and manned by Coolies, greenhorns, punks
I and scabs. Hip-Hip-H-o-o-r-a-y! Let her rip; no
body gives a continental. Dock and Cotton Coun
cil's gone to rest.
Men haven't got backbone enough to raise a kick
let alone go on strike. Well, what are you going to
do about it? Every thing that you are not doing
and nothing that you are doing.
How did the D. and C. C. better conditions in the
old days? How did they make the masters come
across with a little more of the dinero? You old
timers know. By united, direct action. An injury
to one was the concern of al. Have conditions
changed any since then? Are we not all working
men still? Are the bosses not still as rich to-day
as they were a few years ago, and then some?
Yes? Well what are you going to do about it?
Say, wake up! Join the Marine Traanqrt Work
ers, I. W. W., the one big union of the Seamen and
Longshore workers, boys, and let's put an eight
hour day, 50 cents an hour, no overtime allowed, in
force along the whole front and clean up their rot
ten ships at the same time! The watchword is:
"Solidarity and Victory!"
Minneapolis Locals have moved from No. 220
2nd St., to No. 232 Cedar Ave. (former K. P. Hall.)
RICH REESE, Secretary.
2,000 Shovel Stiffs Rebel
Two thousand shovel stiffs, metly ]scimd,
just came out on strike on the Pacide Great I
ern Railway which is in process of oantresadion
tween Newport and Lillkast, C.
The L W. W's. her are om deck; the he iis tia
up. This is only a starter; hell will be popp~l in
Western Canada before long.
The men struck against a cut in wages, and are
the same that were imported by the boles to rs
duce the standard of wages here, and now, we sup.
pose, they will have to get English speakbig ilaes
to reduce the Russian standard; comical buttrag
ic at the same time. Well, we will see. Ayhow,
the fiddlers are tumning up, the. ball is ea, amd
whatever happens, we can't loose anything etcept,
maybe, our lives, which an not werth a dama =S.
how, so, let her rip. Get busy you rebels every
where, wake up, cut out the hot air and gt down
to business, let us see what you are carryiag that
red card for.
Yours for a good fight.
COMMoIT'EE L U, 8.
God of The Fighting Clan
"More than half beaten but fearless,
Faing the storm of the sight,
Breathless and reeling but teemess,
Here in the lull e the kght,
I, whe-bow net hut blou this
God of the fighting san
Lifting my fists I implore thee
Give me the heart of a man.
"What though I live with the winners,
Or perish with those that fall
Only the cowards are sinners,
Fighting the fight is alL
Red is the mist before me,
Deep is the wound in my side,
Coward, thou cryest to fount me,
O terrible foe, thou hast lied.
"Here with my battle before me,
God of the fighting clan,
Grant that the woman that bore me
Suffered to suckle a man."
S. P. STRIKE OFF
S. P. Strike declared off to-day, Nov. 17th at one
p. m. Arbitration on. The "Grand Chied" and
"Pollies" will now proceed to hand the men a "set
tlement" in place of the victory the rank and file
had already won.
ON WITH THE GENERAL STRIKEI
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