The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1903-07-03
ARP'S FRIEND is DEAD
Nourns the Passing of Another Of
His Old Comrades.
The Problem of Capital a nd Labor ~
Seen Mt short RnnEe-Strike Ties
Up Second EdttIo n of Arp's Book
-Trae PHILANTHROPY.

- am feeling sick and sad. Another
6end has gone and. left me. Jim
Warren was my college mate and l
loved him for nearly 60. years. He
was only two months my junior and
] sometimes wondered who would be
called away first. What an awful death
was that. Crushed and mangled and
his poor old body torn and dri eyed
for a quarter of a mile and his dis
membered limbs strewing the track
and his brains larding the rails. Alas!
how little do we know about life or
death, Sometimes watch the cattle
going to the slaughter pen and am
thankful that Providence conceals
from them their Impending fate, but
we do not know much more abont our
own. How shall we die and when?
James Warren was one of my true
friends. / loved to love him and it
gave me comfort that he loved me
and always called me Charley as ten
DERBY as brother. His body was
killed and that was all. His pure soul
went back Immediately to its Creator
and is now resting in the bosom of
God. That is my faith and L hope it
is the faith of all those who loved
him, for my heart bleeds with them.
"Strike for your affairs and your fires.
Strike for the green graves of your sires.
Strike until the last armed foe expires
/ used to speak that speech. and
when l got to that part which said,
"They come-they come-the Greek
the Greek!"i put on martial agony
| and elevated my voice and shook the
floor. / thought of all this the other
day when l read about the strikers
in Atlanta going to Mr.. Byrd's pub
fishing house and trying to seduce
his nonunion printers to leave him.
His partner, Tom Lyon, showed fight
and used some cuss words and drove
them off, and they. had him arrested
and the recorder fined him for dis
turbing the public tranquility, but il
/ had been the recorder i would have
| excused Tom. sets '@st 80
This thing has come home to me
at last, for Mr.. Byrd is printing a
book for me and i can't get copy
and am fighting mad about it. The
striking interlopers get all his print.
| ers away but two or three, and the
rascals hung around the back door
all that Tom could do was to watch
them and exclaim: They come-they
| come-the Greek-the Creek" But
Tom is game and says he will whip
the fight and have some books fol
me by the last of the week. The
first edition has all been sold and the
second is in the press and has beer
delayed and enfiladed and barricadet
and paralyzed by these contempt
BILE strikers, and if there ever was &
justifiable excuse for using GUS
words man ought to be hired t.
stand at the back door and cuss ZEN
by the day as tastes they came
I've no patience with these striker:
and less with their leaders. One O.
my boys has just established teie
phone plant in Houston, Tex, ant
had about 40 girls employed at goot
wages when suddenly some interlop
ers came and made them all strik'
and he hired others to take thei
places and the interlopers went roun'
to all his patrons and tried to ge
up a boycott, but failed. The ricl
Mr.. Huntington is the chief owne
and he telegraphed my boy to WIFI
that fight regardless of expense, ant
he has whipped it. Last year at Day
ton, O., big-hearted rich man estah
lished a cash register plant and ha
200 girls employed and he cared TO
them just like they were his chill
dren, and had bath rooms on ever
floor and hot and cold water, an
mirrors and soap and towels, SO tina
they could battle and clean up befor
they went home and the girls wer
contented and happy, for all this wa
no part of the contract, but som
interlopers came along and ordere
a strike because some poor old won
en- who did not belong to the unto
had the job of washing the towel
, that the girls used in their batf
rooms.
Well, now, that is one side of til
case, but it is said every case has tw
sides. The war between capital an
labor still goes on, but labor has bt
j little to complain of in this blesse
| land. We see by the papers tha
these union strikers in Atlanta hay
! plenty of money in their treasury
, live on while they are idle and SON
of them have gotten up a baseba
: club and are having good time gel
= orally. There is mo suffering heI
/ like there was in London IS yea
4 ago when Tom Hood wrote the son
: of the shirt and the lay of the L
borer. 1t would make an angel wee
q to read that poor woman's song:
|. "For It's work, work. work-my labor new
a flags.
And what are its wages-a. bed of stra'
A crust Of bread and rags.
This shattered roof this naked door.
table, a broken chair.
:. And a wall so blank, my shadow thank
:, For sometimes falling there
Ill Her sad song aroused all Londo
O but there was no strike. Our ov
2 George Peabody was there in Il
banking business and 1t aroused hi
: Immediately he bought the ground
\ the suburbs and spent s2,O0O,00o
huil1in0 coffaoeS for fhe moor Nj