The times., 1898-11-13
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Another is to be found in a speech made
at socialist meeting:
Christ said OF himself that he had not where
to lay his head. and he was the first socialist in
his teaching of universal brotherhood
His followers build gorgeous temples TO his
worship in city, and out OF the fear, apparent
ly, that some of the shelterless waits, whom he
taught them to know as brothers, and who are
in the very plight their master was should lay
their weary heads upon the cushioned SEATS they
keep the churches tight locked through six days
, of the week, and then open them on one day for
the exclusive purpose of praising that MASTER
namei
Nor is this condition truer OF Chicago than it
is Of any large industrial center in this country
or even in all Christendom. Only last week news
came from London that the unemployed there had
grown to an army Of one hundred thousand men.
Picture the horror of it, and the suffering and
the awful degradation, not in these men alone,
but among the women and children whom they
representa- Cold and hunger and the ravages of
disease were bad enough, in the fe-ocity of this
inclement winter, but imagine, II YOU can, the
pitiless despair which is eating the hearts out OF
these our brothers, and then tell me whether We
have not here fairly good imitation Of the hall
where the worm dieth not, and the fire is not
quenched."
The third significant passage is at the
very end of the chapter. A health officer
was inspecting a sweat shop. Mr.. Wyck-
off says:
His glowing health and neat, warm uniform
were though prosperous breeze sweep
ing the stagnant room. The work, however, was
as unaffected by his coming it had been by
ours Not a sewer noticed him, and the stitching
of machines went racing on with unabatod swift
ness. Only ''the old man. watched neryously tn,
movements of the officer, as he walked about the
shop, making note of the bad air, and the filth
upon the floors and the group Of little girls, and
the dark, unventilated chamber beyond.
Returninr finally IN tho side - be old
the officer handed him printed form.
You must make out this blank" he said,
''and have it ready for me when call again.
And without another word he started for the
stairs. But on the way some evidence OF N
sanitary condition more shocking than any vet
with yet-a heap OF offal on the floor, or fouler
gust of poisoned air-checked him, and he turned
Indignantly 10 the nearest worker.
Look here" could hear him say, you've got
TO clean up here, and right away. The first thing
you know you'll start fever that will sweep the
city before can stop it,
The young Hebrew had stopped his work and
turned half round in his chair until he faced the
officer. There were deep lines in his haggard,
beardless face and his wolfish eyes Were ablaze
with the sense of sharp injustice.
You tell we've got TO keep clean,' he an
swered, in broken English, lifting his voice TO
shout above the clatter of machines. What time
have TO keep clean when its all We can do
10 get bread? Don't talk to us about disease; it's
bread were after, bread! And there sounded in
lhe voice OF tne boN the Ct! vi tht Huiris 'Ni
food, which man hears and can ever forget
The officer passed speechless up the steps, and
we followed into the clean pure air, under the
boundless blue of smiling skies
Mr. Wyckoff has done notable piece of
work in this chapter alone. The book as
a whole is not only a valuable contribu-
ton to the literature of political economy,
but It is forceful, dramatic and artistic
when considered as pure literature. Truth
is always art, and Mr.. Wyckof has told
the truth. CNew York: Charles Scrib-
ner's Sons.)