Arizona republican., 1911-08-23


 very red face was made redder still by the furnace glare. separated him. self from the throng and joined the first. Both men were iron rnolders, and both belonged to that vanishing American type still found scattered in our modern industrial melange Ike raisins in O pudding. They Ieaped upon a car and fought their way to seats fbeside each other. AS John set tied himself comfortably with his arms folded over the huge dinner bucket in his lap, Joe remarked:
 "r suppose you've heard we're going ahead and organize the shops fer fair. It's up to you now, You'll have to join our Moiders' Local"
 "I'm not going to-" retorted John, with the solid speech of man who has made up his mind. "You sign away your liberties when you join the union. It's un-American."
 Joe's face kindled.
 "Un-Amsrican," he snorted, flor the oppressed to stand against the op- prossors! Well. I rather guess 1t ain't."
  call oppressors," replied John, in a steady, unheated manner that was characteristic of him.
 "Oh, we'll, know they ain't exactly that" assented Joe, "but--well. they're looking out for themselves, and we got to look out for ourselves. We ain't getting our fair share. Say, John,' '' and Joe, in his earnestness, laid a hand on his wrist, do you mind that old gray horse that used to mix the clay In David's brickyaTd down on the creek here twenty years ago? They tied a bunch of hay in front of him, and he used to chase round and round sil day trying to get to it. He never did get there, but at night they gave him a good teit of oats, and left him hungry in the morning so he would do the stunt again. It saved hiring a boy to drive him, and 1t ground the clay. They ground it on the belly of that old gray horse. That's the way 1t Is with us, We don't never get enough, but We get nibble TOW and then, enough to give us strength to grind some more" Joe was becoming excited They're grindin' their mills today on the bellies or US poor devils that works"
 But" urged Johg "you sign away your personal liberties when you join the union. Somebody else can tell you when to go to work, and when to quit, and by golly! even how much to work"
 Now, you stop right there," de clared Joe emphattcally. There's a case in point. See that glass factory out there? Well. I was reading about them this morning. Tie fruit-jnr mar ket was all going to pieces. A lot of these factories went iI together. This one surrendered its individual rights It was only allowed to run so many hours day, and so many weeks year, and to produce so many ta-I but" ard Joe paused for effect, wieh his hand dramatically raised, "they got more money for them than when they made more. There, noT, Is tho principle. They surrendered, the pa per said, some costly independence for some profitable collective nerchan 6ising.' It's that way with the union This liberty you give up is what iE necessary to maintain the principle ol collective bargaining"
 "Ye-es," mnr1nEred John, non-com mittally, slspiciods of s1ch volatility He was rising uo leave tte car wheI an idea struck him and hs turned tC | Joe with sarcastic sInife: Some body's been filling you up pretty full haven't they?"
 Joe's flushed fscs flushed redder an; there was a bsiligerent light in nj. | eyes as he opened his mouth to an swer, but there was no chance to speal further.
 | Jennie Martin met her husband O the door. Their greeting was cordial but characterized by that repression which somehow breeds itself into th' bone of working people.
 "How's the boy to-day?" he aske' eagerly.
 Better" his wife answered quietly Him and the baby gro both asleel now. The doctor brought an olde man with him today that he said wa a specialist. They say the boy ough to be up and around for the sake of hi general health, and there's kind O harness we could get that would pro feet his leg while the muscles grey back into place, and by the time h was well other ways the leg would b we'll, too"
 7 Johns eyes lighted.
 Flow much would it cost% h aslped.
 She answered solemnly:
 'Thirty-fve dollars"
 The mans gaze dropped, and h watched the play of tho blue gas liam about the kettle in silence.
 The conee was made. Bread in thic slices was on the table, and a steam ing dish of stew dotted thickly wit potatoes.
 "It's ready" Jennie said simply, a she folded back the table on hig chair. "Baby's awake, l hear hir talking-you wake Tommy"
 The man was gone irto the roor unnecessarily long. After a time tn scftened tones of his rough, big voic mingled with the sleepy ones of small boy, and when he came cut h was bearing tenderly cheru6-feee child of perhaps six years. whose pal