Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1886-12-03
MOB AND LAW.
Both Sides of the Question Graphi-
cally and Eloquently Presented
ny II. II. RUSSELL, oBERLIN, o.

thousand strikers have gathered to discus,
their wrongs. They have been out Of the
shops mrre than week. Yesterday they
forced their wny into fnctoiy, stopped
the engines, aud drove out the men who
were still nj work. To day they made .
riotous assault upon mill, but were re.
pulsed by the police. To-nigh, they com,
with scowling faces aud vindictive threats
to listen Ia the incenliary doctrines OF So
cinlism. A professional Anarchist, sum
moned from distant city, feeds the fame
Of malice by the following hnrnngne -
ANARCHIST --Comiadvs IL rcjoic,
with you Tonight that the hosts Of degrad
ed toll are mastering Tor war. We BATH,
for the destruction Of the system of wage.
slavery. II is n fight for liberty, a fgh
for wife and child, a fight for bread. Wha
is this monsirous wrong, that IN land oil
gold, diHpenses lavish fnvors to thel lazy
few, and binds the millions of honest toll
with chains of penury and want? 1t !,
the curse. Of Private Property. Property
ia theft, because il enables him who ha'
no, produced, to consume the fruits o.
other peoples toll.
In the past twenty years the wealth o
this country has increased over twenty bill
lions OF dollars: every cent derived from
the labor OF the working class. Into whose
hands has this wealth found its way
Have you any Of it2 ("No," says a voic,
IN the crowd, "but we helped produce it.",
I'll tell You where il is. In the three cilies
New York, Boston and Philsdelplin. are
twenty men who hold as private property
over $750,000, 900. In twenty years these
arisiocratic plckpockets have feeced the
people OF that enorm Qua sum, and only
three cities ind twenty robbers heard from
This ia why, in land of plenty, tramps
and starvelings multiply their dismal
hordes, This is the glorious land OF mil
lionaires and tramps. Your wages are re.
duced to the starvation point, and you are
told the trouble Is sovei-production. You
produce TOO many shoes, therefore you
must 20 barefooted. You produce toe
much clothing therefore you mus, 60 naked
You produce too much grain, therefore YOU
must starve. Men of toll, how long will
you basely cringe, while the lash of ava
rice lays welts upon your backs? Do not
hope tor relief from the government. The
law-givers are the hired hands OF The prop
eriy class. They make laws only for
Goulis and Vanderbills. Then capita
goes to court and buys Judge and Jury.
The whole machinery OF law is geared for
oppression. The government must be
overthrow. Anarchy, the only law Of
liberty, must take it's place.
Comrades the time for revolution has
come. Our wespons-toroh, pistol, dyna-
mite. Assert your rights at once or you
are towards. Look at these great factories
and massive blocks. Capital has stolen
them from you. See the glded palaces OF
luxury. You hare built them for idlers,
while your own families are houseless.
Lift up your starving children. Let them
look upon the tables of the rich heaped
with yiands sna,ched from their hungry
mouths. Go forth Tonight; take back
your stolen property. If yon set afie the
dwelling of the capitalist, or blow up hi.
mill or factory, no matter; it is yours.
You have earned it ne has taken il from
you. You have the right to burn what is
your own. And if you chance 10 take n
life or two, no matter; 1t is not murder to
kill the pirate or the highway robber. In
his greed he kills those dear to you. You
strike for your rights. Your vile and
children go cold and hungry. Sickness
follows. No money for medicine or doc
tor. And so death comes. knew such y
man only yesterday for lack OF money TO
hire the hearse, he carried the rough coffin
OF his murdered child upon his shoulder
to the grave; and on the street he met his
heartless employer, with liveried lackeys
riding at his ease. Workingmen, awake
Away with such infamy The tocsin OF
war has -onrded Death to the Capital
istl "a voice: "Down with the million
aires Kill them to u manrO Let rob
bers and pirates meet the fate they deserve
death Come up from the novels Of
serls, and take the torch oi vengeance
Come ont Of the treadmills Of despair, and
sweep yonr slave drivers 10 destruction
Burn and kill llurl the plundering syn
dicale Of capital to perdition
ITO arms, TO arms, ye brave!
The avenging sword unsheathc!
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On liberty or death!'
The red flag points the way! Fall in
with your thousands, shoulder to should der.
We have nothing to lose hut our shack les
we have world 10 win Forward Lib.
erty or death !
Who can depict the terrorA of an angry
mob, lashed into madness by the tongue of
hate! The profane howl Of pandemoninn,
rises on the affrightcd air. Blood-re eyes
are gl'ring with rage. Dirk-knives and
pistol- flash. Great cIubI are swung nlnfl
IN srimy hands. A brawling, bloodlhirsty
mob, waiting only signal OF the red en-.
sign of blood to surge forth, TO burn and
kill.
II is the hour for hero.
There are moments when the veal oi
woe of many homes, when the safety OF the
nation, hangs Oh the word and action ol
one brave man. Such moment is tins
There is a movement In the crowd, and
there comes forth man Of giant frame
A workingman and YET, Ills plain TO see, u
man who thinks. In hours Of respite from
his fnrn'ce forge, he has studied the burn
ing problems Of the age. He is man oil
conscience with cool BRAIN, clear eye
steady nerve. lie is well known among
his fellows. As he bears his brow to speak
the clubs are lowered and the knives are
sheathel The ctrse half mutterpd die,