The weekly true Democrat. (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1905-1912, 1905-12-01
LITTLE TIN
DINNER PAIL.
The Honorable Badge Of Labor for
Millions Of Workers.
From the Orlando Star.

From the Orlando Star.
Were a sculptor and called to design
a statue to be erected at the capital Of
our country to speak at sight, telling
what has made our country what it is,
and what it will be in the future, |
would design group-a stalwart man
with tools of labor in one hand and a
little tin pail in the other, as il starting
to his days labor, and little boy and
his sister leaving home for school in
the morning, with books and little tin
pail in their hands.
Millions of laborers, in forest, in field,
down deep in the mines, at the great
factories and shops, in the ship yards,
on the mountains, and on the plains,
every place where men and women labor
away from their domiciles wherein they
live, and millions of children and teach
ers in our country schools, far off on
those boundless prairies Of the North
west, and all through the North and
West, and the Southland, all over our
land, started from their homes in the
morning carrying little tin pail, or
basket, containing what was TO be the
MONDAY meal. When thigh noon"
came the whistle blew, the school
teacher looking at her watch, tapped
the bell, telling it was the recess for
dinner.
Alone or in groups the little tin din
ner pail or basket is opened, and the
contents devoured with appetites whet-
ted by labor, or, in the case of the
school children, by the demands of a
healthy growth and by study. Did you,
who live in the town or city, ever think
when you sit around your tables, so
bounteously spread, of the millions eat
ing from table made of leaves on the
ground, under trees, or of the miner a
thousand feet under ground eating off a
table made from a chunk of coal, or a
block of granite, or of the workman in
the forest off a log or the trunk of
tree? Yet such is the case, while you
are mincing and grumbling on account
of your dyspepsia. They know nothing
of dyspepsia, but instead enjoy their
homely, cold victuals, possessing an APP
petite which, with labor, only makes
their meal more enjoyable. Then, read
ers of these lines, despise not these
humble millions. From their ranks in
the past most of you have come, and
from their ranks of today will come our
future statesmen, poets, preachers,
teachers, lawyers, doctors, architects,
managers of great business concerns,
in short, the leaders of the future.
Those little girls will be the future
wives and mothers of our nation. The
good book says, "Despise not the day
of small things" and we would do well
to think of these things. The future
history of our nation State, county,
town and of ourselves will be made and
written by the little hands which now
are carrying the little tin pals.
Labor in field, forest, factory, shop,
mine and Office, labor Of hand and Of
brain is the foundation Of every edifice
that is erected, of every railroad that is
built, of every ship that sails on the
oceans, of every boat that floats on our
rivers, of every dollar in our banks or
in our pockets, Of the food we eat, of
our colleges and schools, Of every brick
laid, nail driven, sermon preached or
paper printed
ain the sweat of thy face shalt thou
eat thy bread" is the fat Of the AL
mighty at the gate Of Eden, and His
blessing today, we believe, rests on the
little tin dinner pail