The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1903-05-14
BILL ARP.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

| rem was my college mate and | loved
him for near sixty years. He was only
two months my junior and / some
times wondered who would be called
away first. What an awful death was
| that. Crushed and mangled and his
poor old body torn and dragged for
| quarter OF mile and his dismem-
| bered limbs strewing the track a1d
his brains la-ding 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 about ollr own. How
shall! We die and when? James War
ren was one Of my true friends.
| loved to love him and it gave me COM
fort that he loved me and always
called me Charley as tenderly as a
| brother. His body was killed and that
was all. His pure soul went back Inn
mediate]y 20 its Creator and Is now
resting in the bosom 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
Strike until the last armed foe ex-
pires."
used to speak that speech, and
when got to that part which said,
They come-they come-the Creek,
the Creek" I put on martial agony
and elevated my voice and shook the
aoor. l thought of all this the otlser
day, when ! read about the strikers
in Atlanta going to Mr.. Byrd's pub
fishing house and trying to seduce his
non-union 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 disturbing
the public tranquility, but II | had
been the recorder l would have ex-
| cused Tom.
This thing has come home to me at
last, for Mr.. Byrd is printing a book
for me and | can't get copy, and am
fighting mad about it. The striking in
terlopers get all his printers away.
but two or three and the rascals hung
around the back door and all that Tom
could do was to watch them aad 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
been sold and the second is in the
press and has been delayed and en-
fladed and barricaded and .paralyzcd
by these contemplate strikers, and
IL there ever was a justifable 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 leade-..,
One Of my boys has just establi; Led
a telephone plant in Houston, Tex,
and had about forty girls employed at
good wages, when suddenly some iE-
teriopers came and made them Az
strike and he hired others to take
their places and the interlopers went
round TO all his patrons and tried to
get up boycott, but falled. The rich
Mr.. Huntington is the chief owner and
he telegfaphed my boy to whip that
fight regardless Of expense and he
has whipped it. Last year at Dayton
Ohio. a big hearted rich man cstab-
lisheJ a cash register plant and had
two hundred 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 AMI towels. so that
they could bathe 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 in
terlopers came along and ordered a
strike. because some poor old woman
who did not belong to the union had
the job of washing the towels that tn:
girls used in their bath rooms.
Well. now, 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 70 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 1--we on
| while they are idle and some OF them
have gottcn up a baseball club and
are having a good time generally.
IGSre Is no Suuellu5 mere iihS Sh%io
gas in London seventy-fiye years ago
when Tom Hood wrote the song OF the
shht end the lay CT the laborer. It
would make an angel weep 10 read
that poor womans song:
For it's work. work, work-my labor
never flags.
And what are its wages-a bed OF
straw,
A crust of bread and rags.
This shattered roof, this naked
floor, table. broken chair.
And q wall so blank, my shadow
thank
For sometimes falling there"
Her sad song aroused all London.
but there was no strike. Our own
George Peabody was there in the
banking business and it aroused him.
Immediately he bought the ground In
the suburbs and spent $2OCo,O00 IN
building cottages for the poor. Nice
cottages, with bath rooms and hot and