Industrial freedom. [volume] (Edison, Wash.) 1898-1???, 1898-11-19
Dear Little Folks

day. They meet every noon. They
all have little bows of pink ribbon
for badges. Your Friend,
LILLE BENNETT.
p. S. l made up a verse to teach
the children, and here it is.
TUNE: cold Hundred'')
Here we are, a socialist band:
Wen try to socalize the land.
We believe what Christ believes,
And everything we do he sees.
Middleboro, Mass, Oct 80, 1898.
Lille doesn't tell us how old she is.
We would like all the members of the
club to write to the Corner; perhaps
that would help some of the other
boys and girls to form such clubs
among their playmates. We should
like to hear what the club is doing to
help socialize the land and perhaps
they can helpus and we can help them
A very good thing for such club to
do, would be to save their pennies and
send for some socialist tracts, and
then go around and leave them at
peoples houses. Can anyone else
suggest to our Corner, helpful work
for such club?
The other letter came from Kansas:
Dear Sister, will write you a letter
to-day to help Our column. Papa
takes the Coming Nation and Indus
trial Freedom. | like to read the
column. Papa was at Ruskin last
fall; he likes it very much; he doesn't
know where he would like it best, in
Equality or in Ruskin. We know
some people in Equality; they lived in
our neighbOrhOOd and then moved
there. They are building a frame
schoolhouse in Our district; papa COM
menced work on it to-day We had
sod schoolhouse till this year; last
summer it fell down
am in the fourth reader; am nine
years old. have little baby sister;
she is two months old and weighs
16 pounds. Respectfully,
Florence LeamOn.
Selden, kans., Nov. I, 1898.
Does any other little girl or boy
who reads the Corner go to school in
a sod schoolhOuse?
| wonder if you would like to hear
about visitor l have III my room
every day, and who has come in as
am writing. Perhaps YOU may think
it isn't very polite to write when |
have company, but this visitor
doesn't mind. l suspect that she
doesn't always wait till | get home,
to come right in, either, though she
never tells me that she has called dur
ing the day and didn't find me at
home.
She comes running right in soon
after | sit down in the evening, and
strangely enough, she doesn't come in
at the door, but comes in through the
closet, and without knocking. She
doesn't even open the closet door to
get in, but comes i'll under it, through
a space not much larger than my
finger.
| wonder how many of YOU will he
surprised when tell YOU her name is
Mrs. Grey Mouse She is certainly
very pretty little lady; | don't know
whether she knows it or not, but she
tlirts about my room with as many
airs as though she knew it very well.
She has the brightest eyes, and is
shaded from a pearl grey to soft
brown-as pretty and stylish suit
as ever a little grey mouse wore.
There are usually some crumbs for
her; she doesn't wait to be invited,
but gathers them up in the most UNI
concerned way, except when she finds
n particularly big one; then she Whisks
about so quickly you would think she
belonged To the competitive system
and was afraid someone would get it
away from her, and before you can SO
much as say Jack Robinson her tail
is a vanished point under my closet
door, and know that she has gone
to take that fine, big Crunb to some
little baby mice that she has hidden
away somewhere.
Pretty soon back she comes, and
goes frisking around my feet again,
and when she finds a crumb that is
too large to go under the door easily,
she goes under first herself and then
pulls and tugs away till she pulls the
crumb through after her.
To-day she has varied the program
by little pleasure-trip to the top of
my dresses. She has looked at all the
photographs, examined my match
box, peeped into my workbox, and
satisfied her curiosity generally, When