The herald., 1896-01-19

own. I would pay you something my
SELF" I'D sing some new hymns, too,
for instance, this one, Silas."
cam git no job.
Teint no use to try;
There's too many born
An there amt enough Gle;
There's too big a crowd
Fer man to wedge I'M
cant find no job
An shant try ag'in;
You can't git no JOB
In kentrv or town;
There's too many folks in the worl',
An there amt enough jobs to go roun' |
I'd line it out to them Silas SO he folks
could all sing:
When the world wus cut out
Il was cut out 100 small,
T'warn't made big enough
Fer lis purpose at all;
The crowd is jammed in
In q terrible cram,
Best thing can do
Is git out re the jam.
| So I've crawled from the crowd
An Eve jist settled down.
There too many folks in the worp
| An there amt enough jobs to go round
Td shout Brethren, it's true,
we've seen it ourselves,
An it don't do no good
An amt goin' to look;
Fer all places is filed
An the jobs is all took.
The worP it wus built
So I'm shut out
An a left over man.
So what is the good
Fer to rush up an down?
There's too many folks in the worp
An there amt enough jobs to go -oun'.
"That is worse than the salvation
ditties have heard, Angie"
swell, it's more practical, anyway.
I'd make religion of some real account.
I'd take the text, The earth is the
Lords and the fulness thereof and I'd
tell the brethren that they had no right
to hold thousands of acres o. land out
of use when there were human beings
wanting homes. I'd make such people
as Brother Jones see that he's keeping
the Lords people away from the Lord 3
land. Just think of it, Silas! That
10000 acres that he owns, put TO its
best use. would keep 10000 people at
least. Yet one mans property is worth
more in the eyes of us Presbyterians
and W. @. T. U. and the law than ten
thousand human lives. I'd make them
see that life ought to be put first. I'd
remind them that slavery was once in
the constitution. I'd tell them to do
justice and stop expressing the poor.
I'd tell them O, I'd tell them that we
must really love our neighbors as our
selves. I'd show them that was the
real law; that the others we're not so
bad so long as we were ignorant, but
now we know they're all wrong and de-
structive; that we thought we we're
doing something fine when we fixed all
these property rights and titles and
privileges, but they've all got to be
changed and human life put first.
Don't you see, Silas? It's all SO
plain"
Silas Briggs did not know whether
his wife WAS preaching theology, poetry
or political economy. Nevertheless he
loved to hear her.
Her face glowed with an unselfisn
enthusiasm; her eyes were sparkling;
even the little brown curls about her
forehead really seemed to be trying to
talk. At least she was more alive than
he had ever seen her, and he could not
understand the transformation.
"Well, my little girl, my Angel-ine,
what set you thinking of all these
things?"
sit was Pierre and Billy and the So
frano-and tho honeysuckle," replied
che in half-po sitive, hslf-musinR tone
".Ha! Ha! Ha! Angel-ine." He put
his big brown hand under her chin AS
he continued: "What has Pierre and
Billy to do with the sofrano and thu
honeysuckle."
She WAS thoroughly aroused now.
With q vehemence that startled him
she said:
"It's just this: That honeysuckle
didn't grow nor blossom out there in
the dry adobe. The sofrano did grow
inside the garden because you made
things right for it to grow, and we've
forgot the honeysuckle. There's the
Hermosa, the Madame Lombard, the
Duchess, the La France. all came from
the slim-petsled wild rose. How much
has been done for the roses! Yet we're
turning the men and women out to
grow up wild. We're pushing them to
the slums and breeding street children!
Twelve Thousand unemployed in San
Francisco, and single men owning one
-two-even three million acres of
land in California. They got it for
almost nothing, and all the people of
the state helped to make its value.
We made them rich. They keep the