Waterbury Democrat., 1903-01-31
THE N0N- UNION SIDE.
Waterbury, Ct, Jan 30, 1903.

Y
 Some of your readers still ride on the trolley cars and are popularly known as ..scabs." We have read and had our attention called to your little poem on 'St Peter and the Scab' as printed in Wednesday nights paper, and have taken it in good part, but want you, MT Editor, to do us the fa- vor of printing .tthe other side,' just to be fair, and let us have little part of the knocking, hoping it will be ta- ken as good naturedIy as we took our dose. We enclose copy of 'St Peter and the Union Men" You may print this explanatory letter if you care to. Please oblige, H. A. ELLSWORTH AND OTHERS. ST PETER AND THE UNION MEN. St Peter stood gnard at the golden
 gate,
 Wondering why the union bus" was
 late;
 The trolleys whizzed right by the
 door.
 But they didn't stop there any more; For they had no place in the City of Gold, Save for those whom a union card might hold. sScabs'' were consigned to another Not one should the golden streets dis
 grace.
 The bus came creaking along the road,
 With three union souls within it slowed;
 It stopped as it reached the golden gate.
 And discharged its cargo of union freight
 The three went up to where St Peter | stood.
 To ask for admission to all that was The first soul the spokesman seemed | to be,
 His manner was bold and his words
 came free:
 sSt Peter, we know from Heaven no | one is barred 1 Who holds, like us, union card, 1 So open and let us enter in, 1 We have left the world of sorrow and
 sin.''
 St Peter jfngled his bunch of keys, And smiled as one who all things sees. Said he, Before I open and let you in, You must tell me what your lives have 1 been''
 Soul the first then stirred and straight way spoke:
 sI once was q union man of note, I ran a trolley union on earth down there.
 And was always loyal, of this swear. We struck when the company dis
 charged some men, 1 I president of the union then; We made the people walk for spite, And put up rattling good old fight; We boycotted each person that rode l on car,
 My name, 1t was mentioned both near and far.
 I've bucked my employers every
 chance could get,
 And made all could out of them, you bet,
 so open, St Peter, and let me in, I'm tired of the world of trusts and
 sim
 Soul Number Two spoke up and said: l stI, too, was once a unions head, I've been through fifteen or twenty strikes,
 And managed seven union fights; When a union went out, paid my
 share. IT was a model union man down l there.''
 Soul Number Three spoke up this
 time
 q used to work in coal mine; ] When the whole country needed fuel
 so bad
 We struck for more wages than what l we had.
 The people were pinched for money to
 buy,
 For coal was pushed up so terrible
 high. l We made them suffer so we could win, But, oh, St Peter, that was no sin; We beat the sscabs' and burned their
 homes, But my union said all this atones. l We've all been loyal union men, And only sinned a little now and then. ! So open, good fellow, and let us. in, We're tired of the world of sin.'' Then up spake St Peter, the good and great,
 Who guarded the heavenly golden
 gate:
 Things are not now what they used 1 to be,
 Once Heaven to every repentant sin 1 ner was free.
 A man went in on his merits before, But merit alone doesn't count any l more, l For since the unions got control Things aren't run as they were of old. Heaven is run by union now But miss the old way at times, some how;
 see by your cards your dues are paid. 1 Of your former employers you were
 never afraid; l Such little sins as you have done Are plotted out, your entrances won. I will pass you into the City of Gold, Which now by union is controlled. | <r4xu