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kY. DEC. 25, 1920.
THE TOILER PAGE 15 ke of Art Workers. We jppeal to our Ln comrades. They must hip us to organ- International Union of ArjLWorkers. Russian people have awakened from their r. They long for theatres, music and work? But the needs oi several millions cannot Ified by our artists alone. In towns as well Ie country actors have to play several times r II HT - 1 J TT n tne evening. wp appeal to our European Europe must give us kinematographic films "Eastmen Kodak" apparatus, chemicals, musical instruments, strings, mouth pieces, colors etc. The blockade must be raised. Come to Russia, comrades, and you will see that the Russia Soviet Republic is neither a desert nor a barbarous country. You will convince your selves that Art occupies a place of honor in our lives. My Own Shop By Frank Merriwell Ive been reading the interesting articles an te in The Toiler, entitled My Own Shop, and been much interested. They often raise very Itant questions which we at out shop thresh luring our noon day -lunch. Occassionally, the boss has eyes turned elsewhere, my worker, Price who is one of those intense als, will turn to me and quietly remark, how are all the slaves in our own shop." own shop is somewhat different from ac ts of any that have heretofore appeared m Foiler, because we fellows are all common rers. work ten hours a day, at the rate of 50c lour, six full days each week. By the strictest imy and by depriving ourselves of the little ies, such as the movie show, candy for the and the wife (who is always in such cases lost industrious and economizing creature) tantly adding patch upon patch and darning redarning our socks, we manage somehow tretch the 30 Iwnes over considerable surface the family expense, even though the grocer is stantly reminding me of the balance incurred ring the illness of little George, and that no lent has been made there on. George, by the y is the youngest of six in the family, although ting considerably for proper nourishment, is lovely little fellow, who because of his lovliness Is further burdens upon my life, by constantly fing upon me to buy the needfull little articles lat go to make childhood happy. I fared pretty well during the war, having an employed in a construction gang, on a weekly ge of $76.00. The kids all had shoes then, and our luxuries were most exquisite, consisting of a social gathering of the family around the stove, one or two nights each week, with apples, cider and pop corn enough to go around two oi three times. Of course J had to buy war stamps and liberty bonds out of my wages, but gee whiz ! those were the good old days. And Patriotic? Say! I was the right hand bower of Uncle Sam. Every night I woula read the newspapers and how it thrilled me when an account appeared therein of the American Dough Boys going over the top with a song on their lips, and a chassin' Heinnie back to Berlin. The newspapers, the preachers and the whole country seemed to just worship the laboring man, and all told how Labor would win the war and make the world safe for Democracy. Labor was IT and no getting around it. Sam Gompers too, the head and tail of the Labor movment, as he was called, had he not come out boldly and an nounced the American Federation of Labor was 100 American 1 (tfhat ever that is). Any way I was one of the J.00j Americans, my boss hav ing presented me witp a badge of honor, which I wore with much diimity upon the lapel of my Sunday coat, indicating 100 effeciency as a working man in my shop. But times have changed a hell of lot since then. My $75.00 a week pay envelope has dimin ished to $30.00 and all the while the cost of liv- insr has been sroinjr up and up. The war i 1 1 i V I 1 1 V A .1 11 T ft stamps mat i nan noupnt ana tne Laoe that 1 had intended to save, have long