The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1903-06-13
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in the city (some two thousand. schol-
ars), it was selected to lead the parade.
The Gray Lady secured a good band
leader-a professor who left Paris at
the downfall Of the COMMUNICATE had
drilled her little subjects with patient
care, az the result proved.
Before I arrived the mar ching COL
uinrs passed into the great square at
Twelfth street, and I caught but
distant view of a large white horse,
bedecked with flowers, bearing
round-paunched Grand Marshal, asgen-
tlernan who held no love for the public
school system barring the graft that
was in it, his own children attending a
parochial school. But he was an in
huential leader Of the dominant politi-
cal party.
The school divisions did not get into
motion without some trouble. The
band master Of the Slumme Avenue
contingent insisted upon playing the
Marsei1laise, the Carn1agnole ax1df 'Ca'
Ira" varied with some revolutionary
skits recently imported from Paris.
And he played them all as il intent
upon sending wireless message Of joy
to the men, women and children who,
in 1872, looked their last upon earth.
with their backs to the bleak wall Of
Pierre la Chaise Cemetery. Slunme
Avenue was equally enthusiastic in
giving voice to his renditions, though
the chorus of the CarmagnoIe was the
only French at it's command.
The pompous Grand Marshal fumed,
fretted and raved. The Gray Lady was
civil enough, but resolute; she hal paid
for the bands service, saving and
scraping and starving, and it should
play the tunes that she wished. The
children side with the teacher and boot
the purple faced man on horseback.
So, perforce, this grand army Of future
citizens must march, even though the
howls and shouts and sings at it's head.
Many NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. boards
ARE carried in the ranks. Slumn1e
Avenue has two, one reading "God
Bless Our Noble School Board which
ts soon torn, mud-bespattered and un-
readable. The second placard creates
much comment along the line Of march.
From building in course of erection a
number of worknen cheer, or rather
yell their approval. The children re-
spond .vociferously, turning the board,
and / read a paraphrased Fabian
rhy1nflet:
"Our fathers are working for paupers'
pay,
Our mothers with deaths kiss white;
Your sons are the rich mans SETS BY
day,
Your daughters his slaves by night"
The following Monday Slunme Ave-
nue. School failed to open for business.
The Honorable Gentlemen of the Board
Of Education had blotted it from the
map Of the city. No long session is
needful; not a dissenting voice is
heard. The building is condemned, and
sold g sale upon which he. farmer,
distributes generous commission It's
late pupils, now termed tInsurrectior-
ists," are assigned to other districts,
until such time when a new building
shall be erected and INSTRUMENTATION ie
punished.''
In the meantime the Gray Lady, in
the inelegant vernacular of the pro-
fession, is ION her uppers.' Once I
met her leaving a cheap boarding.
house, on the weary quest for work
that never materializes.
when the new building is ready"
Is my. encouraging comment, ''the
Board may reinstate you'
She shakes her head sadly. "Never!"
comes the prompt reply. "And were it
possible so, before that should starve
dozen times.'
But you must have some prospect
for work. There are so many Depart
1nent stores. factories-''
THAT May-day parade is the spectre
always preceding an application for
employment. At Crowfoot's depart
ment store, where they ray Sales
ladies' four dollars a. week, the super
intendent bowed me out with an oh!
ah?-and--er, yes,-you are the lady
teacher of the OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES,
We really haven't a vacancy-for YOU
At Mrs. Fushia Jinitys heightened
millinery establishment, where wages
range from one and a. half to six dol.
lars week, on learning my identity
the lady herself spread her godly skirts
and 'shoo'd' me to the door, fearing
contamination to her flock Of sweat
shop starvelings. "--Her lips are firmly
pressed, the tones are bitter enough
But do not regret my experience.
Never believe that. It it comes to the
worst, there's the river-running al
ways to; the sea, perhaps to pleasant
dreams'' -,
Come. it's not as bad as that,""I in
terpose hastily. IT you cannot find
anything better, call at the Clarion
office. may put you in the way of
something's
For the life of me could not see in
what way, as apparently She had no
qualification for newspaper work. and
our managing editor was a terror to
amateurs But there cleaned a ray Of
hope in the pale, blue eyes and th:, dis.
couraging "if'' froze upon my lips,
=.
"A call from the Morgue. You'll
have to see to that, Smithson. Banks
is on the swayback murder, Haworth
over the way OH telegraph: Hopkins
doing the divorce scandal-in fact,
there's no one else. And: it's on your
way to the chief 8 office. You must