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# The Threat to the Labor Movement/Section 7

Growing Influence of Left Wing.
THE Passaic strike was endorsed, aid from international unions pledged and another defeat administered to an officialdom which a few short weeks before had called it "a Communist enterprise."
It is probable that the report of the committee appointed to investigate the conduct of the furriers' strike would have been made at Detroit had it not been for the assault made by the open shoppers.
We have, then, in connection with the occurrences at the Detroit convention which irked sorely an officialdom whose reactionary tendencies can be traced clearly by the series of actions and utterances enumerated above, a series of militant strike actions by the rank and file supporting the left wing policies:
1. The Passaic strike.
2. The Furriers' strike.
3. The I. L. G. W. strike.
Worse than this for officialdom has been the splendid discipline and spirit of the workers in these struggles and the gains made by the workers in spite of the sabotage of the right wing.
These developments naturally are a menace to the policy of worker-employer co-operation, and there is no question but that there have been some sharp reprimands administered to their agents in the labor movement by such bosses' organizations as the Civic Federation.
But this is not all. There have been other indications of a growing organization of left wing forces that did not fit in with the plot of the play in which imperialist-minded labor officials were to be directors and the workers only actors—most of them without speaking parts.
One of the indications of a growing left wing movement, part of it inside and part outside the trade unions, has been the tremendous mass support for Sacco and Vanzetti.
This case has been neglected shamefully by the officialdom of the American Federation of Labor. It has confined its activities to the passing of formal resolutions, which, while asking for a new trial, expressed no opinion as to the guilt or innocence of these workers.
It is obvious that had labor officialdom pressed the issue honestly and militantly it would have been impossible for the Massachusetts government with fiendish cruelty to drag out this case for 5 years without giving these innocent men a new trial.
The Sacco-Vanzetti committee proper has always been unable to organize any broad mass support for the defense of the accused men. It was not until the International Labor Defense took up the case that the support took on a real mass character.
Big mass meetings were held thruout the country, demonstrations took place before the American' consulates in the principal foreign capitals, dozens of prominent trade union leaders and public men of all shades of opinion thruout the world sent protests to Governor Fuller.
Sacco-Vanzetti conferences have been organized and preparations are being made for a huge national conference to be held in New York after the first of the year.
The International Labor Defense, a non-partisan organization for the defense of all class-war prisoners, in which Communists are, of course active, can be said with truth to have saved the lives of Sacco and Vanzetti.
# The Three Advices

THE
THREE ADVICES
An Irish Tale;
TO WHICH IS ADDED
The Silent Man.
WITH A
Variety of Anecdotes.
GLASGOW:
W. & R. INGLIS & CO.,
5, Melville Place, 132, Trongate.
* The Three Advices, an Irish Tale
* Scarcity of Asses
Anecdotes
* The Laird of Garscadden
* A Tavern Incident
* A King and a Philosophr
* The Silent Man
* The Bellman
* Sound for Smell
* Important Promotion
* The Emperor Severus
* Cardinal Wolsey
* A Retort
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Three Advices/A King and a Philosophr

A KING AND A PHILOSOPHR.
George III. while walking one day at Windsor, met a smart little boy who was dressed in a suit of new clothes. The king, addressing him in his familiar way, said, “Well, my little fellow to whom do you belong?” The boy knew the king, and answered, “An’t please your Majesty, I belong to one of his Majesty’s beef eaters.” The king was so well pleased with the little fellow that he said, “If you bend down on your knee I will allow you to kiss my hand.” “Nay,” said the boy, “I can’t do that, for I would dirty all my new breeches.”
# The Riverside song book/The Poet

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THE POET.
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Friedrich Wilhelm Kücken.
1. Let me go wher-e'er I will, where'er I will, . . I
2 Let me go wher-e'er I will, where'er I will, . . I
3. 2 Let me go wher-e'er I will, where'er I will, . . I
hear a sky - born mu - sic still; It sounds from all things
hear a sky - born mu - sic still; Not on - ly in the
hear a sky - born mu - sic still; Not in the stars a -
old, It sounds from all things young, From all that's fair or foul peals out a
rose, Not on - ly in the bird, Nor on-ly in the song of wo-man
lone, Nor cups of bud-ding flow'rs, The red-breast's tone, the bow that smiles in
song! From all that's fair, from all that's foul, Peals
heard, Not on - ly in the rose, or bird, Nor
showers. Not stars a - lone, or bud -ding flowers, The
out a cheer - ful, cheer - ful song, And in the dark - est,
in the song of wo - man heard, But in the dark - est,
bird, or bow that smiles in showers, But in the dark - est.
mean - est things. There al - way, al-way something sings.
# The Riverside song book/The Red White and Blue

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THE RED, WHITE, AND BLUE.
David T. Shaw. David T. Shaw.
O, Co - lum-bia, the gem of the o - cean, The home of the brave
2. When war winged its wide des- o - la - tion, And threatened the land
3. Old Glo - ry to greet, now come hither, With eyes full of love
and the free, The shrine of each pa - triot's de - vo - tion, A
to de - form, The ark then of free- dom's foun- da -tion, Co -
to the brim. May the wreaths of our he - roes ne'er wither, Nor a
world of-fers hom- age to Thee. Thy mandates make heroes as-
lum - bia rode safe through the storm; With their gar-lands of vic-t'ry a -
sem - ble, When Lib - er - ty's form stands in view; Thy
round her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew; With her
sev - er. But they to our col - ors prove true; The
ban-ners make tyr - an -ny trem-ble, Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue,
flag proud-ly float-ing be-fore her, Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue.
Ar-my and Na - vy forev - er, Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue.
Chorus.
Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, Three
Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, Three
Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, Three
cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, Thy ban - ners make tyr - an - ny
cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, With her flag proud-ly float - ing be-
cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, The Ar - my and Na - vy for-
trem - ble, Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue.
fore her, Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue.
ev - er, Three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue.
# The Riverside song book/The Proposal

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THE PROPOSAL.
Bayard Taylor. Arr. from Christoph Willibald Gluck.
1. The vio - let loves a sun - ny bank, The
2. The sun - shine kiss - es mount and ale, The
3. The ori - ole weds his mot - tle mate, The
cow - slip loves the lea; . . . The scar - let creep - er
stars they kiss the sea; . . . The west winds kiss the
lil - y's bride o' the bee; . . . Heav'n's mar - riage-ring is
loves the elm. But I love . . thee. . . .
clov - er bloom. But I kiss . . thee. . . .
round the earth — Shall I wed . . thee? . . .
# The Riverside song book/The Rainy Day

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THE RAINY DAY.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. William Richardson Dempster.
Andante.
1. The day is cold, and dark, and drea - ry; It
2. My life is cold, and dark, and drea - ry; It
3. Be still, sad heart! and cease re - pin - ing; Be -
rains, and the wind is nev - er wea-ry; The vine still
rains, and the wind is nev - er wea-ry; My thoughts still
hind the clouds is the sun still shin-ing; Thy fate is the
dim.
clings to the moul - d’ring wall, But at ev - ’ry
cling to the moul - d’ring Past, But the hopes
com - mon fate of all. In - to
​ gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and
youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and
life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and
drea - ry, … And the day is dark and
drea - ry, … And the days are dark and
drea - ry, … Some days must be dark and
drea - ry, . … And the day is dark and drea - ry.
drea - ry, . … And the days are dark and drea - ry.
drea - ry, . … Some days must be dark and drea - ry.
# The Riverside song book/The Reaper and the Flowers

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THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. L. O. Emerson.
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sick - le
'Shall I have naught that is fair? " saith he;"Have naught but the beard-ed
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes. He kissed their droop-ing leaves;
"My Lord has need of these flow'rets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled;
"They shall all bloom in fields of light. Transplanted by my care,
And the mother gave, in tears and pain. The flowers she most did love;
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath. The Reaper came that day;
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath. And the flow'rs that grow be - tween.
Tho' the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them back a - gain."
It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
"Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child."
And saints, upon their garments white, These sa - cred blos - soms wear."
She knew she should And them all again In the fields of light a - bove.
'Twas an angel visited the green earth. And took the flow'rs a - way.
# The Riverside song book/The Open Window

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THE OPEN WINDOW.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Alfred Scott Gatty.
Andante con molto espressione.
1. The old house by the lin - dens Stood
2. The large New - found-land house-dog Was
3. The birds sang in the branch-es With
si - lent in the shade, And on the grav - elled
stand-ing by the door; He looked for his lit - tle
sweet, fa - mil - iar tone; But the voi - ces of the
path - way The light and shad - ow played. I
play - mates, Who would re - turn no more. They
chil - dren Will be heard in dreams a - lone! And the
saw the nur - s'ry win-dows Wide o - pen to the air, But the
walked not un - der the lin -dens, They played not in the hall; But
boy that walked be - side me. He could not un-der - stand Why
piu lento.
fa - ces of the chil - dren, They were no long - er there,
shad- ow, and si-lence, and sad - ness Were hang- ing o - ver all.
clos-er in mine, ah! clos - er, I press'd his warm, soft hand!
# The Riverside song book/The Raven

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THE RAVEN.
Edgar Allen Poe.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak
and weary. Over many quaint and curious volumes of for- got - en lore;
While I nodded, nearly napping suddenly there came
a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping
at my cham-ber door;
"Tis some visitor," I
muttered, "tapping
at my chamber door: Only this and noth-ing more."
2. Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
 And each separate dying ember wrought its | ghost upon the | floor;||
 Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow
 From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow | for the lost Le- | nore; ||
 For the rare and radiant maiden, | whom the angels | name Lenore, ||
 Nameless | here, for ever- | more. ||
3. Open then I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter.
 In there stepped a stately raven of the | sainted days of | yore. ||
 Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or staid he;
 But, with mien of lord or lady, perched a- | bove my chamber | door; ||
 Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just a- | bove my chamber | door; ||
 Perched and | sat, and nothing | more. ||
4. And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting — still is sitting
 On the pallid bust of Pallas, just a- | bove my chamber | door: ||
 And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming.
 And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his | shadow on the | floor
 And my soul from out that shadow, that lies | floating on the | floor, ||
 Shall be | lifted — never | more." ||
# The Riverside song book/The Star-Spangled Banner

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THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.
Francis Scott Key. Samuel Arnold.
Maestoso.
1. O! say can you see, by the dawn's ear - ly light,
2. On the shore dim - ly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
3. And where is that band who so vaunt - ing - ly swore
4. O! thus be it e'er when free - men shall stand
What so proud - ly we hail'd at the twi - light's last gleaming,
Where the foe's haugh-ty host in dread si - lence re - pos - es,
That the hav - oc of war and the bat - tle's con - fu - sion
Be - tween their lov'd homes and the war's des - o - la - tion;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the per - il - ous fight,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the tow - er - ing steep,
A home and a coun - try should leave us no more?
Blest with vic - t'ry and peace, may the Heav'n-res - cued land
O'er the ram - parts we watch'd were so gal- lant-ly streaming?
As it fit - ful - ly blows, half con - ceals, half dis - clos - es?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul foot - steps'pol - lu - tion!
And the rock - ets' red glare, the bombs burst - in air,
Now it catch - es the gleam of the morn - ing's first beam,
No ref - uge could save the hire - ling an slave
Then con - quer we must, when our cause it is just,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there;
In full glo - ry re - flect - ed now shines on the stream;
From the ter - ror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And this be our mot - to, "In God is our trust;"
O ! say does the Star - span - gled Ban - ner yet wave
'Tis the Star - span - gled Ban - ner — O ! long may it wave
And the Star- span - gled Ban - ner in tri - umph doth wave
And the Star - span - gled Ban - ner in tri - umph shall wave
rit.
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
rit.
# The Riverside song book/The Poet and the Children

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THE POET AND THE CHILDREN.
John Greenleaf Whittier. Ferdinand Gumbert.
1. With a glo - ry of win - ter sun - shine
2. It came from his own fair cit - y From the
3. The lays of his life's glad morn - ing, The
4. With a sense of awe he list - ened To the
O - ver his locks of gray, In the old his - tor - ic
prai - rie's bound - less plain, From the Gold - en Gate of
psalms of his eve - ning time. Whose ech - oes shall float for-
voi - ces sweet and young; The last of earth and the
man - sion, He sat, on his last birth-day ; (Bass) With his
sun - set. And the ce - darn woods of Maine. (Bass) And his
ev - er On the winds of ev - 'ry clime. (Bass) All their
first of heav'n Seem'd in the songs they sung. (Bass) And
(Sop.) 1. With his books and his pleas - ant pic - tures, And his
(Sop.) 2. And his heart grew warm with - in him, And his
(Sop.) 3. All their beau - ti - ful con - so - la - tions Sent
(Sop.) 4. And wait - ing a lit - tle long - er For the
books and his pleas - ant pic - tures, And his house - hold and his
heart grew warm with - in him, And his moist - 'ning eyes grew
beau - ti - ful con - so - la - tions, Sent forth like birds of
house - hold and his kin,
moist - 'ning eyes grew dim,
forth like birds of cheer,
won-der-ful change to come,
Chorus.
kin, and his kin, While a sound as of myr - i - ads
dim, eyes grew dim, For he knew that his coun - try's
cheer, birds of cheer, Came flock - ing back to his
come, change to come, He heard the sum - mon-ing
sing - ing From far and near stole in, While a
chil - dren Were sing - ing the songs of him: For he
dows, And sang in the po - et's ear, Came
An - gel. Who calls God's chil - dren home! He and near
sound as of myr - i - ads sing - ing From far and near stole in.
knew that his coun- try's chil - dren Were sing-ing their songs of him.
flock - ing back to his win - dows, And sang in the po - et's ear.
heard the sum - moning An - gel, Who calls God's chil - dren home.
# The Riverside song book/The Poor Voter on Election Day

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THE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAY.
John Greenleaf Whittier. German Air.
Maestoso.
1. The proud-est now is but my peer. The high - est not more
2. Who serves to - day up - on the list Be - side the served shall
3. To - day let pomp and vain pre - tense My stub - born right a -
high; . . . . . The high - est not more high; To -
stand; . . . . Be - side the served shall stand; A -
bide; . . . . . My stub - born right a - bide; I
just, . . . . . Or bal - ance to ad - just, Where
day of all the wea-ry year, A king of men am I.
like the brown and wrinkled fist, The gloved and dain - ty hand!
set a plain man's common sense A - gainst the ped - ant's pride.
weighs our liv - ing manhood less Than Mammon's vil - est dust,—
To - day, a - like are great and small, The name-less and the known; My
The rich is lev - el with the poor. The weak is strong to-day; The
To - day shall simple man-hood try The strength of gold and land; The
While there's a right to need my vote, A wrong to sweep a - way, Up!
pal - ace is the peo - ple's hall, The bal - lot - box my throne!
sleek-est broadcloth counts no more Than home - spun frock of gray.
wide world has not wealth to buy The power in my right hand!
clout-ed knee and rag - ged coat! A man's a man to - day!
# The Tsar's Window

Published 1881.
NO NAME SERIES.
THE TSAR'S WINDOW.
page
NO NAME SERIES.
"Is the Gentleman Anonymous? Is he a great Unknown?"
Daniel Deronda.
THE TSAR'S WINDOW.
"I wish," said Peter the Great, "a window looking out into Europe."
BOSTON: ROBERTS BROTHERS. 1881.
page
Copyright, 1881, By Roberts Brothers.
page
CONTENTS.
# The Tryst (Brown)

published in: The New England Magazine / Volume 24, Issue 5. July 1898.
A TRYST had I with the bright sun to keep  Upon a little hill-top in the dew; I promised him to wake mine eyes from sleep  And see him paint the dappled dawn anew,— To meet him by the rose-bush in the brake, Aye, e'en before the lark should be awake.  I gave my promise as the sun sank red,  And then I softly stole away to bed.
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# The Tsar's Coronation

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The longest-living author of this work died in 1939, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 84 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Story of Ginger Cubes

   Dear Russell: When I heard that you had been taken to the hospital with a badly dislocated sense of proportion and exhaustion of the adjective secretions, I was worried. The doctor said that you were suffering from a severe attack of deprecation and under-statement, and I feared that would mean you would be quite unfit to help me in the forthcoming campaign for Ginger Cubes...
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The Story of
GINGER CUBES
by CHRISTOPHER MORLEY
Reprinted from
THE BOWLING GREEN OF THE New York Evening Post
This tender homily is dedicated to (but not aimed at)
Daniel Henderson
in conference with whom while sitting at lunch it was first conceived
20 Vesey Street New York City april. 1922
Copyright 1922. by New York Evening Post, Inc
All Rights Reserved by the Author
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
* Chapter XVI
* Chapter XVII
* Chapter XVIII
* Chapter XIX
* Chapter XX
* Chapter XXI
* Chapter XXII
* Snippet
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# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 10

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### X.

[A letter from Nicholas Ribstone to George W. Gray.]
Dear Mr. Gray: I am just leaving town for a few days rest. All decisions have been postponized until my advertising manager returns. He is now hospitalized. I will confer with you as soon as I am reurbanized.
Yours truly,
(Signed, in absence, with rubber stamp.)
NICHOLAS RIBSTONE.
N.R./D.B.
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 11

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### XI.

[An article in LOZENGE AND PASTILLE, the weekly trade journal of the throat tablet trade.]
THE VALUE OF THE CUBICAL FORM FOR MEDICATED CANDIES
By Ben F. Menthol,
Secretary of National Lozenge Men's Chamber of Commerce.
A great deal of talk has been roused in lozenge circles by the formation of the Ginger Cubes Corporation, to manufacture and distribute a new product called the Ginger Cubes. Mr. Nicholas Ribstone, the head of the enterprise, while reticent as to details, admits that he hopes to spring a surprise on the world of bronchial tablets and breath-perfumers. We understand that the Ginger Cubes, while more in the general nature of a confection than a medical preparation, are based on a careful pharmacal formula, and will go before the public on an appeal at least partly therapeutic.
But what interests us is, that Mr. Ribstone's venture again brings up the necessity of standardizing the shape of the medicated sweet, if lozenge men are ever to get back to genuine prosperity. At present the lozenge and jujube world is in a state of wild disorder and lack of intelligent co-operation. Post-war deflation has not been followed by anything constructive. Lozenge men are cutting one another's throats instead of healing the public's. Mr. Ribstone, unconsciously, has put his finger on a vital spot in the lozenge industry.
​Hitherto the trade has manufactured its products mainly in four shapes:
* (1) Square tablet
* (2) Round tablet
* (3) Spherical
* (4) Oval
It will be evident, however, that for close packing and neat appearance, the cube is undoubtedly an attractive shape. It is well worth consideration on the part of the trade whether a general adoption of the cube would not be advantageous. Moreover, a great economy could be effected by standardizing cartons and containers. How can the present debilitating fluctuations be ironed out while the whole industry is proceeding on a basis of mere individualism? We do not wish to disparage competition, which is the life of trade, but to advocate a higher form of co-operating competition. The lozenge trade owes it as a duty to humanity to take its part in the general stabilizing and soothing movement. The inflamed throat of Commerce can never be healed until lozenge men get together. There is no reason why the breath-sweetener clique should be so jealous of the digestive wing, both suspicious of larynx and bronchial men. We hope that at the convention in June these matters can be taken up and constructively dealt with.
# The Spartan's March

* The Spartan's March, in The Edinburgh Magazine And Literary Miscellany, 1822.
* The Spartan's March, in The Siege of Valencia; The Last Constantine: with Other Poems, 1823.
* The Spartan's March, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music, 1834.