The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1903-05-21
SCORES THE INTERL 0PERS
Tragic Death of His Beloved College
Mate, Major Warren, Brings
Forth Most Tender and
Touching Tribute.

strewing the tracks and his brains
Harding the rails Alas, how little Dc
we know about life or death! Some
slaughter pen and am thankful tha
providence conceals from them theil
impending fate, but we do not know
much more about our own. How shall
we die and when? James Warren was
one Of my true friends. | loved tC
love him and it gave me comfort that
he loved me and always called me
Charley as tenderly 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 bos
ON of God. That is my faith and
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 ex-
pires."
I used. to speak that speech, and
when I got to that part which said
They come-they come-the Creek
the Creek" l put on martial agony
and elevated my voice and shook the
floor. l thought of all this the other
day when l read about the strikers in
Atlanta going to Mr.. Byrd's publishing
house and trying to seduce his non
ner, Tom Lyon, showed fight and used
some cuss words and drove them off,
and they had him arrested and the re-
corder fined him for disturbing the
public tranquility, but if Fad been the
recorder would have excused Tom.
This thing has come home to me at
last, for Mr.. Byrd is printing a book
for me and can't get a copy, and am
fighting mad about it. The striking in
terlopers get all the printers away,
but two or three and the rascals hung
around the back door and all that Tom
could do was to watch them and ex-
claim, "They come-they come-the
| Greek-the Creek" But Tom is game
and says he will whip the fight and
have some books for me by the last Of
the week. The first edition has all
been sold and the second is in the
press and has been delayed and EMIL
AIDED and barricaded and paralyZed by
| these contemplate strikers, and if
there ever was justifiable excuse for
using cuss words man ought to be
hired to stand at the back door and
cuss 'em by the day as fast as they
came I've no patience with these
strikers and less with their leaders.
One of my boys has just established a
telephone plant in Houston, Texas. and
had about forty girls employed at good
wages, when suddenly some interlopers
came in and made them all strike and
he hired others to take their places
and the interlopers went round to all
cott but failed. The rich Mr.. Hunting
ton is the chief owner, and he tele-
graphed my boy to whip that fight e
CARELESS of expense and he has whip
ped it. Last year at Dayton, Ohio, a
big hearted rich man established a
cash register plant and had two hun
dred girls employed, and he cared for
them just like they were his children
and had bath rooms on every floor and
hot and cold water, and mirrors and
soap and towels, SO that they could
battle and clean up before they went
home, and, the girls were contented
and happy. for all this was no part OF
the contract, but some interlopers
came along and ordered a strike be
cause some poor old women who did
not belong to the union lad the job OF
washing the towels that tae girls used
in their bath rooms.
Well, dow that is one side Of the
case, but It is said every case has two
sides. The war between capital and
labor still goes on, but labor has but
little to complain of in this blessed
land. We see by the papers that these
union strikers in Atlanta have plenty
of money in their treasury to live on
while they are idle and some of them
have gotten up baseball club and are
having a good time generally. There
is no suffering here like there was in
London seventy-five years ago wher
Tom Hood write the song of the shirt
and the lay of the laborer. 1t would
make an angel weep to read that poor
woman's song:
For it's work, work, work-my labor
never flags,
And what are it's wages-a bed O.
straw,
| This shattered roof, this naked floor
q table. q broken chair,
And a wall SO blank, my shadow.
thank
For sometimes falling there"
| Her sad song aroused all London
but there was no strike. Our owI
George Peabody was there in the bank