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Solid Soxxet: —I closed my eyes at noonday and looked out upon the world, I saw the torch of Liberty, and freedom’s flag unfurled. And as I gazed I saw strange things which brought this thought to me: Which of the twain are crucified, the bond slave, or the free? I saw a mill belch forth its flame, amid its din and noise I saw machines fed by the hands of little girls and boys. I saw them broke by cruel hours, by routine and by rule, which made of “God Sinai Law” a source of ridicule. I saw young girls, with tired eyes, ill fed and scantily clad: in desperation leave the mill, to mingle with the bad. No hand held out to succor, ignored through mighty pride, they go down to their shamed defeat, and Christ s recrucified. I saw the factory crosses—aptly named three' dollars per— and on each cross I saw hung up the bleeding form of her who left a country farm-house and her pure country ways; lured by flaring adver tisements that promise, then betrays. I saw society calmy look with an unseeing eye while men went boldly through the land to shame and crucify. I saw men broke on labor’s wheel; Young bodies marred and slain; some bore the look, O God, of Christ! Who bears the brand of Cain? I saw the old-faced little girls in tenements, obscure, I heard the mournful cry ol them —born but to endure. No time for rest, for play, for prayer: A life of toil, no ease; dividends must be piled up by all The Least Of These. 1 heard but one commandment k Do the other fellow first; I saw girls totter ’neath their load, by brutal drivers cursed. I look upon their help lessness and heard their bitter cry to a bliud world, to wake and probe, love and rectify. And then I saw a mill death, no hearse, no funeral grand. The “potters field,” three feet of earth, a barren unkept land. And then I thought of the Christ Creed; Sisters all, and Brother, nc matter what your station Thou Shalt love one another. We look too high and care too much for blue blood and its birth. Let’s get a little closer to the “white slaves” of this earth. They cry aloud for help from us—cry sore ly in their ueed. Show them that Christ still lives in you, show them your faith, your creed. “Wanted a Man” the cry rings out to you by tongue and pen. Wanted a Thousand Women also a Thousand Men. To go boldly through the town with banners written “Save” the little tots from masters that make of them a slave. Then children may have an idle hour between the cradle and the grave. Symbol of a Knocker Cremated in Seattle. In Seattle the occupation of the Knocker is gone. His emblem perished miserably on a gigantic funeral pyre the other day. Never did Seattle see such a wake. It was the maddest, merriest celebration of the passing of a hated and despised vocation and symbol that has ever been imagined. Thirty thousand joy mad citizens, men and women, sang:, danced, and cheered about the most spectacular funeral pile that any city has ever Fully one hundred thousand persons in all witnessed the funeral procession, which passed to slow measured music through the business streets. seen. It was an unmistakable demonstration of the fact that Seattle has no knockers. First came a platoon of uniformed police. Behind them rode the Mayor, orator of the occasion and priest of the last rites. Behind him followed a baud playing 1 the Dead March in Saul. Then came the bier. Six coal black horses tugged at the mighty catafalque draped in black. Upon this great hearse, exposed to public view, lay a huge hammer which glistened under the weired lights thrown by torches and colored fire, car ried by the black robed mourners. The chief mourners were members of the Publicity Club which orig inated the idea. They were garbed in black cowls, hoods pulled over their faces. Each carried a large wooden hammer. Behind the Publici ty Club marched the Elks and the Commercial Club. Each commercial organization carried transparencies bearing such legends as ‘‘Follow and Help Burn the Hammer,” “We Never Used a Hammer,” “Boost and You Boost Yourself.” The parade ended with a long line of automobiles bearing city councilmen, heads of city departments, and heads of various commercial organizations. In length it covered fifteen blocks. Drop your hammer in the ocean, get into the Booster’s Club; When you’re sparring with town slander folks class you as a dub; They may bear with you a little when you start your tale o’ woe, They may tell you that they thank you, but my boy it isn’t so; Why the whole world scorns a tattler; put this on your mental shelf That the knocker when lie’s knocking, knocks himself. When you start your hammer going you can always get a crowd To listen, but they’re not the sort to make a chap feel proud: For it’s meat and drink to them if they can start up a fuss, But take it from “yours truly” they’re not worth a tinker’s cuss! So boy kindly remember, in your fight for fame or pelf A knocker when he’s knocking, knocks himself. Hiram ses; —Loug as a cuss keeps whistling an’ keeps his heart young, he ain’t got no use for a kalendar. I must fill this space so this to you , Because you sent me a card one day! I love you, just as a brother. I’m writing this dope in hopes that you may (When you read it) send me another. 9 9 *• This is what a repeater got off in the police court, in Duluth: I’m not so very bad, Judge, but I think I’m no good. Why, even my memo ry has left me. When I hang my hat on a nail I forget where I hang it. I even forget where the nail is.” 9 9 9 We’ve got our Sunday evening whistlers, they are bad; but it’s going beyond the limit when an idiotic, ignorant, illiterate, illogical, imbecile, thinks he is doing something cute when he mimics an auto horn. It’s just such shallow, simple simp’s ihat make rigid prison rules necessary, and when they are caught you can hear their whine for blocks. O what’s the use? 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 9 It is to Laugh. BARE, NAKED, UNCOVERED: Bare from German bar, pure, or from the Hebrew pa rah to lay bare. yaked— it is hard to give its exact derivation; it is like the old Saxon pac ed, the low German naaket, the Latin nudus, or it may be derived from the welsh noeth, or the Irish nochta, open, nochduigham, naked stripped, from noch duigham, to strip. Bare, marks the condition of being without some particular covering, na ked being without any covering. Bare is therefore often substituted for nake to a certain degree. We speak of bare headed, barefoot', to expose the bare arm, but a figure is naked, or the body is naked. Though the Lords used to be covered whilst the Commons were hare, before the Scottish Com missioners; and so none where covered. —Claren don. When applied to other objects, bare conveys the idea of a particular want; naked of a general want: as the bare ground, the bare walls, a bare house, where the idea of a want in a certain particular is felt, but naked walls, na ked fields, a naked appearance, denote the absence of covering that is usual or general. Bare in this sense is often followed by the object that is wanted, naked is mostly used as an adjunct. A tree is bare of leaves; this constitutes it a naked tree. The story of Aeneas, ou which Vergil founded his poem, was very bare of circumstances. —Ad- dison. Why turn’stthou from me? I am alone already; Methinks I stand upon a naked beach. Sighing to winds, and to the seas complaining. To preserve the same analogy in their figurative application, a bare sufficiency is that which scarcely suffices; the naked truth is that which has nothing about it to intercept the view of it from the mind. Christ and the apostles did most earnestly in culcate the belief of his Godhead, and accepted men upon the bare acknowledgement of this. —South. The truth appears so naked on my side That any purblind eye may find it out. —Shake- Aaked and uncovered bear a strong likeness to each other. To be naked is in fact to have the body uncovered, but many things are uncovered that are not naked. Nothing is said to be naked but what in the nature of things, or ac cording to the usages of men ought to be covered. Everything is uncovered from which the cover is removed. According to our natural sentiments of decency, we expect to see the naked body covered with clothing, the naked tree covered with leaves, the naked wall covered by paper or paint. On the other hand we leave plants uncover ed that they may have the benifit of the sun or rain; furniture is left uncovered to suit the convenience of the user, or a person may be uncovered, in the sense of bareheaded, on certain occasions. So in the moral application, what is naked is without the ordinary or necessary covering, what is uncovered is simply without any covering. —Personality. Not that God doth require nothing unto happi ness at the hands of men, saving only a naked belief, for hope and charity -we may not exclude —Hooke. In the eye of that Supreme Being to whom our whole internal frame is uncovered, dispositions hold the place of actions. —Blair. —Any member o f tlie band can blow one. —Soon the yellow w ill be on the pumpkin and the frost upon the vine. --Wood Shop notes are to the good. Winks and the Lumber pile made a hit with us. —Green corn has been plentiful the last few days and the men all seem to relish it. —Thanks to “Nil Desperandum”, we have enjoyed a bit of real London news, by way Tit Bits and Pearson’s. —Happy Hinie is now' stationed in the chaple dining room. He seems to be growing fat over his new job. —One of the daubers on being crowded for space ejected his chew of Hugo’s Best and at once another dauber seeing the opening made, moved over with a pair of wooden horses and soon the tw r o of them were buisily daubing away with some to spare. / Synonymes A. M. He pitying how they stood Before him naked to the air, that now Must suffer change— As father of his family he clad ■Their nakedness with skins of beasts —Mil- Stray Notes A. F. B. Variae LeGtiones That’s a popular theme, Doc, and you have brought out your points very clearly. We know it is not the man who has cause to feel dissatis fied who can explain this, (you get me?) but the fellow higher up, with Nothing to do till tomorrow” but watch them come and go the busy, bustling little human ants that make and have made him what he is, and who wonders why the dickens that small neighbor over there is continu ally kicking. My theories for this cause, (all the little, annoying grievances un doubtedly combine to produce the great unrest cause) coincide gener ally with yours. Quoting direct your clause; “They want to know why —why, since all are of equal descent and nominally equal before the law, there is such inequality in their lives and even in their treatment before the bar of justice?” But it is not ignorance, it is not that they have not been educated, not that they do not in fact see, know, and fully under stand, but inability to change from the old to the new order of things what has been an age long custom of looking to their representatives to bring about the desired changes. . Enlarging upon the idea: It is powerlesness on their part, because their representatives have held them back; have opposed, in secret, what they the constituents, hoped and prayed for. And then, too, the mass of the people have not been accustomed to deciding for themselves, notwithstanding statements to the contrary. And they have not sought a unity of their forces. In brief, they have been just a little too optimistic, confided more than they should in the men higher up and in the go-betweens —their representatives. Possibly, being at the same time level-headed American citizens, they stood just a little in awe, not of those mentioned, but of their own power — : that might which has made of this people the wonderful nation that it is today. Let me digress further: We speak of the United States as a unity of states and a unity of and among its people; but the rule of the dollar (be careful, please), the knowledge that men can be bought; that men bid themselves in (it’s a hard application, but it’s true) for a price—their price. The man buys what he wants, (not necessary to define) the State buys what it wants, or sells itself; and 10, and behold! (Please don’t think Pm sneering or wish to be sarcastic, because I feel too deeply this truth), the God, Mammon, holds the Balance of Power. We are a nation long poised on the brink between hysteria and sani ty; often lapping well within the former chaotic state. Hysterical! mad, even. Is not it our soul’s cry and fight for its salvavatiou, this social un rest? Dissatisfaction with the social order? It is not man’s ignorance, or that the masses are not educated to the keenest perception of the rela tions in the social stratum. Not a bit of it. • Go where you will, into the (remotest corner of our great republic, and talk to the rawest Rube (apol ogizing for the term) you thought to find, and he will tell you, in short, and without perambulation —money talks. You’ll find he knows the why and the how in the facts. He will tell you how this or that man, through money, or promise of preferment for his main supporters, got to Congress how the X. Y. Z. Ry. beat poor Jake Slocum in that civil suit, when Jake lost his leg and arm on the railroad; he’ll show you how the Water Company beat the Grangers in the establishment of a giant reservoir for irrigation purposes; how the consolidated Gas and Traction Corporation, through condemnation proceedings,’ succeeded in gobbling up the most valable properties in our city, and forced us poor farther out on the edge of the city, so we’d have to use their gas and their lines, in a way with which you are familiar; how Boss Money-Baggs tangled up the law courts and beat the penitentiary out of his services; and how Bill Hanks swiped” a ten-dollar overcoat worth twenty-six dollars in the law court, and is now “doin’” time. Really, What Brother Ruben could not tell you of this cause for social unrest would be the surprising part. And then to talk about his not beiug educated! Otway What good are books on Political Economy, Philosophy, higher mathematics, to a man with natural intuitive possessions, with the com bined open highroads revealing the real effects of the pull and hurry-up methods of intercourse, and the high cost of living? The high cost of living is merely an effect caused by the removable middleman. Your labor don’t provide you as it used to; that’s true. But there are more hands in your pocket than there used to be 40-11 middlemen are there, you know. Your social unrest becomes a solid, compact unit, a line or body at rest during a time of a national crises, because every energy, every facul ty is bent on that one absorbing and conveying point: IV ar with a for eign nation, internal nation —wide upheaval, disease epidemic, 01 a fam- The common, every day pull and haul, wear and tear on the nerves of all, especially the lesser among this ‘‘survival of the fittest,” and death, insanity and the fiannel-mouthed fossil’s so-called crime waves result- We pity the first, shudder and thank God we are spared the second divis ion, and indifferently shoulder off our one, two, three responsibilities on the last, the depredator. Social unrest will never be amicably settled while the power of money retains its present strength and place. Social unrest neither now, nor ever will be other than a moral issue. We have got to decrease below the moralequity level the purchasing power of the dollar, before even we attempt a readjustment of the, social status. Watch and wait, hoDe and pay; may be good sloganisms; but with Doc at the helm, and Yours Truly to stand at his back, the slogan “Fight it Off,” would, if adopted, very soon become of genuine benefit. “And so you think you’ll be a real, sure enough actor?” “Well, as to that, I’m not particular; I want more to be a real live one with some of the folks who mainly live their lives behind the show thing called curtains.” It is nearly 15 years since I saw the little city of Appleton, but if the size of its leading newspaper is an indication of the city’s growth, then it must have grown like —ahem. It deserves growth, and* prosperity equal to its demand, for it lies in the heart of one of Minnesota’s richest agricul tural districts. Always liked Appleton; believe I always shall. mm ST. CROIX. Social Unrest (Embossed).