Mourn The Dead, Fight Like Hell For

Sometimes It Seemed To Me I Could Not Look At Those Silent Little Figures; That I Must Go North, To The Grim Coal Fields, To The Rocky Mountain Camps, Where The Labor Fight Is At Least Fought By Grown Men

I Want To Hold A Series Of Meetings All Over The Country And Get The Facts Before The American People

Men's Hearts Are Cold. They Are Indifferent.

I Have Always Advised Men To Read

Little Girls And Boys, Barefooted, Walked Up And Down Between The Endless Rows Of Spindles, Reaching Thin Little Hands Into The Machinery To Repair Snapped Threads