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About The Wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-???? | View Entire Issue (Oct. 20, 1905)
THE' WAGEWORKER Suited to Good WILL M. MAUPIN, EDITOR AND PUBLISHER Pabtlabed Weekly One Dollar a Year. . Advertising Rates on . Application Entered as second-class matter April 21, 1904, at the poetoffice at Lin coln, Neb, under the Act of Congress. Jipparel Particularly Dressers Needs LEGALITY VS. JUSTICE. Judge Smith of the Illinois appellate court has handed down a decision in which he declares as follows: "There is no such thing as peaceful picketing, any more than there can be chaste, polite and gentlemanly vulgarity, or peaceful mobbing or lawful lynching." . This may be good law, but with all due respect to Judge Smith we deny it. If it is goo'd law it is infernally poor justice. In trades v.nion parlance a picket is a union man who watches a struck mill or hop and attempts to persuade non-unionists that they are injuring themselves and their fellows by taking the places of the strikers. It is claimed by the opponents of unionism that this is depriving a man of his property rights in other 'words, declaring that the em ployer is injured in his business by having his non-union workmen seduced away from him. But that is a law that works only one way to the benefit of the employer. The union picket seeks to do by written appeal. The Wageworker has two very libera! advertisers personal appeal what the advertiser in the newspaper seeks to do by among the clothing-merchants of the city. Suppose that another firm which does not patronize The Wageworker but pretends to be "cry friendly to organized labor, should seek an injunction against the Armstrong Clothing or the Lincoln Clothing company, restrain ing them from advertising in The Wageworker because it injured the the plaintiff by inducing or influencing men to defendants' stores who might otherwise go to plaintiff's stores. The merchant who would make such a fool play would be ridiculed out of the city and yet it is exactly the same thing that is done by non-union employers who secure injunctions against picketing. When Judge Smith said that there could be no such thing as peaceful picketing, any more than there could be "gentlemanly vul garity" or "lawful lynching," he made a very clever play upon words. The trouble is that Judge Smith was wrong. For all we know he may 4iavc known he was wrong but felt impelled to return favor for favor. We have seen lawyers" who know not law, and we have seen judges who were strangers to justice why, then, doubt that there could be peaceful picketing? .... The organs of the union busting association complain bit terly that workingmen have no respect for law. For legally enacted statute law all workingmen who are good citizens have the utmost respect. Dut for judge-made law law made by judicial enactment workingmen have come to look upon with contempt, knowing full well that it is usually the result of bargain and sale made between influential corporations and venal and self-seeking men who were anxious to land a good job on the woolsack. And judges like Judge Smith, who sets up his dictum as law, are the kind that are bringing law into disrepute and causing the honest workingmen of America to believe that they have no show before the courts when opposed by organized capital. We have seen many judges. Some of them we hold in such utter ' contempt that all the millions of John D. Rockefeller would not pay the fines, and were we to live to be as old as Methuselah our jail sentences for contempt would lap over into eternity a thousand years. THE METHODIST CHURCH ON THE FENCE. Do not be deceived by the above headline. We do not mean to charge all Methodists with being "on the fence" in this labor con troversy; neither do we charge that all Methodist churches are con trolled by members who are "on the fence." But the Rock River conference of the Methodist church has backed. and filled on the union labor proposition until it is all tangled up in the harness. The printers employed in the Western Methodist Book Con cern went on strike to enforce a demand for the eight-hour day. The manager of the concern aligned himself with the Typotheta and tried to' fill his shop with "rat" printers. The Typographical Union tarried the 'matter to the Rock River conference. Perhaps the print- : ovn.ti ttinr thfir demands would be complied 11B WlIC WJWIIJJ 111 v.j'vi...g, v..... , 1 with or receive the sanction of the conference. Perhaps they were foolish to expect that their request would oe noutcu. i.ui --'"; they had a right to expect that if their protest was noticed it would be either turned down or given approval. But the conference backed and filled for three or four days, and then a committee was appointed. The committee was out a little while and returned with a meaning less jumble of words and terms, talking about "ideal conditions and "the welfare of the laborer," and all that sort of rot but the Metho dist Book Concern is still "rat," it still adheres to the nine-hour day. and its manager is associating himself with an organization that is seeking to disrupt the labor . organizations and make individual workers the slaves of every whim and caprice of arrogant capital. And yet there are many eminent Methodist divines who wonder why workingmen do not attend church in greater numbers, and grieve because the gospel of the Carpenter of Nazareth as expounded by Methodist divines does not reach the hearts of more of America s toiling millions. The American workingman knows why. The attention of our Methodist brethren is called to the fact that our Presbyterian brethren are getting next to the labor unions, and that so far as reported every Presbyterian paper and publishing firm approached has signed up with the Typogaphical Union for the eight-hour day. -Andrew Carnegie has proposed his own epitaph. He- wants this engraved on his monument: "That was damned white of you, Andy." We would be willing to carve it for him if he would bring back to life the men killed at Homestead, and give life again to the mothers and babies starved under the infernal system that his breed has maintained. Until he does this we will insist that these words be carved on his monument : "We hope you find it warm enough, Andy." , s Look here, Mr. Union Man; when you hear a non-unionist crit icising the unions it makes you hot under the collar, doesn't it? And you have a right to get hot, haven't you? And the non-unionist iias no right to criticise, has he? Well, quit your criticism of the church of Jesus Christ. Until you get into the church and try to live a Christian, you have no right to talk about the "shortcomings of the church" or pass any criticisms on its method of work. The National Association of Manufacturers offers a bonus of $10 a week to "rat" printers who will work in Niagara Falls. The as sociation can afford to put up the money. It has put a revolver to the head of the average American consumer and shouted "stand and deliver!" The Woman's Home Companion, published at Springfield, O., is a "rat" concern and has enjoined the Springfield union printers from trying to show "rat" printers the errors of their ways. If you read the Woman's Home Companion it will make your eyes sore. The Burlington is still advertising for freight handlers in Lin roln. Here is a chance to engage in the hardest kind of manual labor at less than day laborer's wages providing you arc too "inde pendent" to join a union. , Your unionism isn't worth a whoop if it docs not impel you to demand the products of your fellow unionists when you purchase goods of any description. . ; s Unionism makes for better citizenship because' it makes for bet ter living. Unionism is home building in its best and broadest sense. The good union man is always a gopd citizen. If he isn't a good citizen his unionism is not up to the standard. ' . 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We should like to have you see these Universal style productions which have no rivals in the world at $15.00. 50 Styles of Yale Suits at $10 50 Styles of Yale Overcoats at $10 I V ft y Our finest Clothing in Suits and Overcoats, the exact duplicate of tailors' $40 and $50 productions, may be secured here at $18, $20, $22.50, $25, $27.50 and $30 Our $5 Odd Trousers Equal the tailor made kind at $15.00 a Armstrong CI GOOD CLOTHES othinz Co. MERC HANTS Finest assortmsnt of men's fancy Vests in the : state 98c$7.50 Whether Common or Not Will M. Mavpin, in "The Commoner.'' WHEN YOU ARE A BOY AGAIN Last week you slipped a quarter of a century from your shoulders, and instead of bemg a busy man with grave cares upon you, you were just a care-free boy again In your mind. These , little jaunts upon memory's train back into the blossom time of life are most enjoyable excursions, are they not? Just before this par ticular jaunt you were worried and flustered, your eyes were lack-lustre, your appetite was poor and your di gestion worse. Everything seemed to be going wrong.. You were just about to give up in despair when you happened to doze a little bit, and those long unused brain cells got to work and lo, in less than no time at all you were away back yonder in the old days, with nothing of weight on your mind except the work of keeping the wood box full of wood and the chores . done around the house. ' Presto change. them past all Axing in order to get at that corn. There must have been more than a mile of new sidewalk laid inside of the next month., and at the next meeting of the city trustees they have councilmen now a hog and cow ordinance was adopted. But you never could frame up any scheme to do away with those ' old rock street crossings, could you? They are there yet, and just as slippery and treacherous as ever. Remember the time Lin Thompson shot himself? That wes the funniest thing. Lin boarded at your house, you remember, and you wanted to frame up a scheme to get Em and Ina over for an evening of hilarity under pretense that they were visit ing your sister. Kittle. But the mothers of Em and Ina thought they ought to be studying their lessons and refused their consent. So Lin wrapped up his hand in a heavy ban dage and you produced a little blood to stain it. That ability to produce a little blood got you out of school more than once, if you remember. Then word was sent to Em and Ina that Lin had shot himself. But their mothers were suspicious and Em's little brother, Frank, was sent over to investigate. What you did to Frank was a plenty. He returned home with his eyes popping out and reported that Lin was awfully shot up. So Em and Ina came over. Then you and Lin and Em and Ina and Kittle had a high old time for an hour, popping corn in the kitchen while mother rocked in the sitting room and warned you not to make so much noise on account , of the neighbors. The two girls did think for a little bit that Lin was shot, for he did look pale and pained as Be lay there propped up in bed with hid hand wrapped up in a pillow case. But it took a lot of argument and persuasion and promises to fix mat ters with the mothers of Em and Ina, didn't it? Say, remember how we boys and girls solved the sidewalk problem and the hog problem? That was too good. The old wooden walks were in hor rible shape, and the nogs roamed the streets without let or hindrance. There were too many unprogressive people to make a sidewalk crusade effective, and too many people own ing hogs and letting them run free. It was hallowe'en night if you remem ber. There was a party over at Ann's house that night, end after tearing the roof off the house almost you all set out to play a Tew pranks. You filled your pockets with shelled corn, then beginning at the middle of the street you scattered that corn up to and under those dilapidated old side walks, repeating the process all over town. My, my! .But weren't those sidewalks in a fix the next morning? Those old Missouri hogs had rooted Ol George Seeman?" Of course you remember him. He wasn't so old, but he was town marshal, and it was his duty to chase all under seventeen off the streets when Ben Harris rang the old school bell at 9 o'clock p. nu That's why you called "Ol' George Seeman." By the way, perhaps if you strain your ears a little you can hear that old study bell again. No? Well, it would be worth all the grand operas in the world just to hear it again, wouldn't -1t? It was on -another hallowe'en night, wasn't it, that the whole crowd of you met at May's or was it at Em's and had great times until long after everybody else was in bed, and tben started out? , Will climbed through a window into the old school house and by means of a key that took months to make and surreptiti ously fit got up into the bell tower. Then he tied a string to the old clap per and let the free end down on the outside of the tower. Then he and Zeke and "two others" remained while the rest of you went over to the old Methodist church and the old Christian church and performed sim ilar, feats of legerdemain with their bells. And when the old Christian church bell gave the signal what an awful jangle of bells there was! And "Or George Seeman" came aw ful near catching the whole crowd, too. Remember how he came stump ing along with that old cane, and how the whole crowd had to sneak down behind the fence because you were afraid to go into 1 the house, knowing that "Ol' George" was watch ing? It was awful cold that night, and if "Ol" George" had waited just a little bit longer he'd have captured the crowd, for you nearly frozen to death hugging the rrozen ground. But he had to hunt for a fire, so you got away. . Yes that's "Ol George's" tomb stone; that one over there on the mound where the tattered little flag waves. They put it there last Me morial day, for "Ol" George" was a soldier, and he never wholly recov ered from the wound he received at Wilson's Creek, when he fought un der Lyons. went flying down tnat hill was the night Ann got hurt. She was com ing up the hill with Fred and saw a sled strike her brother, John, and thinking he was badly hurt she started across the road to help him. Just then the "bob" guided by Charley came dashing along and it struck Ann. Well, you hauled her home on a sled piled high with wraps and overcoats, and for a month she hovered between life and death. But she came out all right. Ann is now the mother of a girl as big as she was the night she was hurt, and her son is almost as big as Fred. But somehow or other there wasn't any more fun coasting that winter er the next, and by the next you were gone out into the world , to hustle for a living. t The water- was cold, too. Most of you learned that by . experience, for you would try the ice early in the winter and late, too. My, how time does fly. Only a lit tle more than a year ago Fred took his son, Corbin, down to Kunkel's pond to show the boy how the "old man coma sKate wsen ne was a boy. Alas, Fred forgot to test the ice proDerly, and he only succeeded in showing the boy how frantically he could break ice in an effort to get to shore. And just think Corbin is as big now as Fred was when all of you used to go out to Brodbeck's pond for over to Kunkel's on those delight ful old winter evenings. Gee, how you used to love to coast down the long hill just west of town! That was the finest coasting hill in the country, . wasn't It? And what great- crowds you .used to have out there. You'd start at the top, and wizz!! Swish!! There you were at the bottom a good three-quarters of a mile away. It was a long walk back, but you didn't mind it provid ing the right party had accompanied you down the hill. But you rather looked on Grant and Frank as public benefactors when tney "borrowed" one of Molter's old ' horses one night and used it to drag all the sleds back up the hill. It's been a long time since you coasted down that hill, and the boys and girls of today do not seem to take much fancy to that grand old sport. ( The last time you ' "Will DeBaugh's overshoes?" Of course you remember them. There are some things so gigantic that once seen are never forgotten. He' used to always bring them Inside of the school room. He wouldn t leave them outside like the rest or you did yours. And one day when Prof. Hill was out of the room somebody got hold of them and there was a grand over shoe throwing match. Finally Lou hung them on the ' chandelier "and got back into his seat just as Prof. Hill returned. The. most Innocent face in the whole room was that of Lou's. My, how innocent that boy could look just after- the perpetration of some particularly big bit of mis chief! Of course you remember who it was that was charged with the heinous offense. He took his books in hand and went home at the re quest of Prof Hill. And all the time Lou sat there and looked as inno cent as a babe. A couple of days later he went back because Lou ' 'fessed up" to his father that night. Somehow or other Lou's posture at his desk seemed' rather strained for a week or two. All of you thought Prof. Hill was cross and crabbed, and you used to say harsh things about him. But it's different now. Every day you realize what a benefit his counsel and his example have .been to you. And you never think of him without re gret for his departure, and never fail to pay a tribute to his memory when you meet one of those old school mates. If you ever go through Hiawatha, Kans., you'll be sure to stop off and pay a tribute of tears and flowers above the grave where lies the dust of one of God's noble men Osmer C. Hill, Gentleman. Yes, sir; the old Sentinel hand press used to sit right over there by that door. That cylinder press doesn't look natural now. In those old days you used to manipulate the roller while John - Marshall Croley swung back on the lever and im pressed upon' the white paper the items that "Deacon" had jotted down for you and John and Tom to put into type. That tall yosng fellow bend ing over the imposing stone there is the baby brother of the old days when you took your first lesson in the printing business in the old Sen tinel office. About the only familiar sight Is that of "Deacon," who still hustles the locals. He is just as young, just as jolly and just as com panionable as he was a quarter of a century ago. But that colored boy, John Marshall Croley, sleeps over in the little old cemetery, and Tom. al though he is now half-owner of the paper, - seldom goes there because he has to look after the mails. When you see the pile of Sentinels turned out by that cylinder press how you are mighty thankful it isn't a hand press with you manipulating that old roller on one side while John Marshal Croley swung-the lever On' the 'other side. O, how heavy that old roller used to get! And what ugly blisters you used to .dress after the last side was off. i ' back, too, 'with a jar.,:. Just as you are in the middle of memories about the time when you were perched ap, on a. stool in front of a bourgeis case trying to decipher the correspondence from Forbes, or Maitland, or Forest, a grimy faced urchin sticks his head in - the. door and yells;- m A - "Got any more copy to send over?" Then you jump twenty-five years forward and land, ker-plunk! right in the middle of the task of getting out this week's paper. ' - But you have had a delightful ex cursion on a special train over the Recollection & Memory railroad, and .yon hitch up to the typewriting ma chine and go to work with, a light heart and a clear brain. , . Pshaw! The girls and boys of to day don't have fun like you used to have. It takes 'em too long to dress. Why, you were,; so anxious to get started that you went right over in the same clothes you wore to school. And now the boys ' have to send flowers and maybe drive 'over in a hack. ' Huh! You used to think you were doing it up brown if you had a dime's worth of mixed candy in- a paper bag when , "she"' opened the door for you. '; Right over there, where all those big trees are growing used to be a pond. Brodbeck's pond, it was; and it was the only skating place for miles around. The rains have washed in the dirt until it is good land now, and those trees merely showed how long ago it was that you skated there. You never got credit for it, but you and the rest of - 'em cleared all the brush in the timber Building fires on the banks of that pond in the winter time. Let's see, there was you, and Minnie, and Bonnie, and Em, and Ina, and May, and Code, and' Kittie, and Cora, and Joe, and Zeke, and Lin, and Grant, and Fred, and Clare O, the list is too long. But you used to walk a mile and a half to that pond and skate until Jaxe Foster's hack on the way back from the 11:17 train warned you that you would have to hustle jf you got home' before mid night. There wasn't any danger skat ing on that pond, because it would be frozen to the .bottom when the . ice was three or four inches thick. It was different after you got to skat ing on Kunkel's pond. That was a mill pond, and it was awful deep. But thlnkiner nf that nlfl nrinHnir office, and of that .old Sentinel, is what brings you back, and brings you pmCRDHOTSBHrTHBOTATO. New Windsor Hotel Lincoln, Nebraska r ' ' - ' American and Bvropcaa plan. American Plan 9 to 93 per dajr. European Plan, Rooma SOo to SI. SO per day. 1 93 room all ant aide. Popalar priced reatanrant, laach conater and Lad lea' cafe. SERVICE UNEXCELLED. E. M. PEN NELL, Mgr. PHELPS-fiURRESS CO. COAL.. MONARCH $6.50 Best Stove, Range or Furnace coal for the money. . . . J. Other , grades of coal at lowest market "prices. ' ; ; - ' f - ' PROA FT DELIUERY a AL 206 FRATERNITY BLLVG. Auto 2321. - BcU 129 U