New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1896-11-04
TALK ABOUT TRAMPS
In His Minnesota Speech E. V. Debs Tells
How They are Made.

| happen to know how tramps are
made. In the good old times the boss
of the shop worked side by side with his
working men; he understood them; his
heart was with their hearts, and they
were comrades in labor together.
But the advent of machinery has made
a change. The man was pushed into the
street to make room for cheaper labor,
and woman took his place; now, woman
has been pushed into the street and the
child works at the weary labor. Under
proper conditions, the man should be at
work in the shop, the wife should be at
home taking care of the house, and the
child should be at school.
So this question is question of NOR
als-it is question of humanity. There
is no greater calamity to a man in this
country to-day than to get out of work.
The world o-day,is filed with these un-
fortunates who are victims of circum-
stances which they did not create.
The cheapest thing in America, to- Gay,
is human life and human flesh. Proper
ty is sacred, but life is not. The unfort-
innate man comes home at evening, and
there is no work to be found. Then, as
he gathers his children about lin and
looks sorrowfully at the bare table and
fireless stove, and the want that has crept
into his home, he tells his wife that he
will go elsewhere and seek for work that
he may give them life. He tru6ges off
next morning with the purpose of going
to some distant point; he does not take
passenger coach, for he has no money,
but climbs under the coach and rides on
the trucks. Before he gets to the next
station the brakeman discovers him, and
he is left along the way. He YEARLY
trudges on in search of work, but his
clothes have become seedy and he is
soiled and worn and haggard looking,
and the eye of suspicion is directed to.
wards him. The only person who knows
him is the policeman, but his heart throbs
as YEARLY he trudges on and thinks of
the cottage where his little ones are, and
where his wife is waiting for him, and
where he knows there is suffering. AS
he goes on the suspicion increases, lie
gets two or three hundred miles away
from home and has obtained no work ::
people will not have him. the future is
dark, and he begins to realize that on
earth there is no place f,r him. Ills
senslbillties become blunted, his self-rc.
spect deserts HIM, and he is Il tramp on
the face of the earth.
Let me try that same on you Let
me turn you out into the cold, charity
less world, every door locked against
you; let me place you in his position,
where the garbage end filth Of society is
poured upon him, and would you be any
better than he? Would you lie any thing
better than tramp.
The tramp is the most melancholy
phase of our civilization. The other day
at Trafalgar Square, all the tramps in
London met by appointment, prepared
to have night meeting. The police
learned of it, charged upon the assem-
bled tramps and dispersed them. But
before the tramps separated they gave
three cheers for Jesus Christ They re-
lnembered that Christ was the father of
the friendless; they remembered that his
teachings were for the poor and that he
had fed them; his life went out to the
poor and lowly in compassion, and these
poor tlamps remembered it.
It's all over now. Try and look pleas