The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-07-30
KID STRIKE IS STILL ON
Firmly Determined Not to Work
for so Cents a Day
ON GOLF CLUB GROUNDS
The Youngsters Call 1t Big Swindle
Six Bits Day or a Long
Struggle to the Bit
ter End.

New York is entitled to all the glory
and excitement it can find in its news
boys strike, but Butte will go right
along with it's kid laborers' strike,
| which was inaugurated here Friday af-
ternon. The kid strike is still on and
it has assumed the size of a real large
strike.
On the date mentioned, eight boys,
ranging in ages from to 10 years, were
set to work clearing the surface for the
new golf grounds on the fiat south of
| town. They started in with a vim and
determination, backed up by the glow
| ing anticipation of new tops and scent
| taffy, and tickets for the dog show
| They made the bunch grass and roots
| 1t was a starter for a good job. The
| boss was a big man. He Jollied the
| boys by telling them that they were
| worth a dozen men. This assurance
sent the dirt up in great Clouds and
the pink faces of the lads were hidden
| behind masks Of dust and perspiration
so that they resembled pickaninnies on
| the leVee.
Say, mister, how much are We agoin
! fore the town herd of cows passed
| homeward and milkward bound.
'Oh, l reckon you'll get about so
| cents a day."
| Eight implements of toll dropped on
| the ground with rattley-ker-chug,
| and eight besmeared faces took on a
| look of awe.
| "Soi, not on yer tintype We doesn't
work fer scab pay, see! Wot der yer
| take us fer, yer old Skate.'
The boss tried to reason with the
crew, but the midgets We're firm, and
the strike was on.
Say, party" broke in the spokesman,
"a lad of II years, whats the matter
wild six bits day? We're worth it,
amt wei"
mo, sir. 1 have orders to pay you
so cents a day, and if you don't want
| that you can quit"
There followed a consultation among
the strikers, and it was resolved to
| fight to the bitter end.
| I'VE walks out" was the verdict, and
| the boss turned his face towards the
city, and the boys held another ses-
| sion.
| 1t dawned upon the strikers that they
had coming to them at least one days
pay, for it was now about time for the
whistles to blow.
Say, Fred, you go up and settle wild
der guy. WE got Ter MAJ ueln ou CellS
apiece nohoW," advised Rabsie.
Six bits or nothin' goes here" said
Fred, and he drew the crowd over to
his side of the argument, and there the
| fight rests. -4e..
Yesterday one of the boys told re-
| porter for the STANDARD that the crew
| intended to take the matter into court.
| It's the biggest Swindle l ever heard
| off, said he; What do you think of
| the golf club anyhow, ITO try to beat us
| kids out of our wages? Why didn't they
| give us six bits a. day and not try to
| make scabs of us fellows? They have
| got men doing the same work, and are
| paying 'em SO a day. faint fair. We're
| going to fight it in the, supreme court,
| We can get all the lawyers we want to
| fight this case. 1t is capital agin Ia
Dor, and labor is going to win. Put
that in the paper. will you? Let EN-
know that we are fighting for our
| rights"
Up to a late hour last night the boys
were still looking for six bits.