The menace. [volume] (Aurora, Mo.) 1911-1920, 1912-08-03
"THE GOOD SHEPHERD LAUNDRY,
PRICE HIll,S


Glanoing at the record sheet for the
day | also saw the names OF some
hotels and restaurants. Then after
visiting every department OF this i'm.
mense laundry l was shown upstairs
and taken through every department
OF the sewing rooms" The first We
visited was the shirt factory. Here
are, perhaps, fifty power sewing ma
chines-eysry machine designed for
Its especial task-at every machine
sat little girl-apd some we're such
little girls! With bowed heads and
stopped shoulders these female infants
toiled and toiled.
thought OF Hoods Song OF the
Shirt" but as ! walked amidst the
grinding, shrieking, whirring howl Of
these merciless power machines and
saw the tired, bent, thin, nnacmic
bodies OF the glrl-children and saw the
bent crippled fingers and gazed az
the pitiful little checked calico aprons,
all alike, my thoughts changed. All
the beauty and all the glory with
which Catholicism would invest that
white altar, saw in the chapel, fell
away as filthy rags. My heart whis-
pered the burning, blighting, biting
Truth
This is one Of hell's own sweat.
shops. In that laundry, little human
girls wash other folks dirty, stink.
ing clothes, in tears. Here the shirts
that are made by childish fingers are
black with the blood Of slavery In
Gods eyes!"
These machines are owned by Rauk
& Mack, shirt manufacturers, who are
located on Sixth street. between Syca-
more and Main, this city. Their
shirts are marked "R. & M.,"-"Avon.
dale"-and Famous" which is their
leader The Menace dares this firm 70
print the true, sworn price named In
their contract with this convent for
the making Of these shirts. II they
don't, The Menace might.
Just here the Protestant people
have been asleep. Look carefully at
the label OF the next shirt you buy.
Oh! Protestant fathers OF little daf.
ling girls. OH you Big Brothers CT
tiny sisters. II one OF these brands
OF blood be on the next shirt you buy,
and you can deliberately buy Il after
reading this article, may Il burn you
like the mark Of Cain! Unpaid, i'm,
prisoned child laborl
We passed next-these sweet slave
driving sisters OF Heaven leading the
way-into the overalls factory! And
ye Gods! twas only going from hsdeE
into hell! A great battery of per
haps forty power overalls machines
at each a miserable little girl slave
working feverishly twelve hours. six
days in the week-for what? To I'm.
ish her stunt" OF forty or fifty dozen
pieces each day that she may not lose
her pitiful supper Of two slices OF
bread, a piece OF cold meat (perhaps)
and a cup Of chicory coffee, OF weak
tea, and drugged, at thatl
l have used other means OF gaining
inside information besides this visit.
IL Is little wonder that these girl
slaves present such a peculiar physl.
cal appearance, as they do, when we
learn that numbers OF the former In
mates swear that saltpeter and drugs
are fed daily In the poor grade OF
waste food given them, drugs that
prevent sexual and womanly develop
ment, and so kill all spirit and re.
move all self-confdence
No wonder that in every act and
look noted the craven, dog-like obedi.
ence. born Of this diabolical scheme
hstched up In hell and worked upon
helpless, imprisoned little girls by
Rome's she-slavers.
OH What a grist OF blood and
sweat and tears and prayers and
souls Is ground into the pulp OF he'll
every year in this mill! And all
possible only because Protestants
slumber. while Rome never sleeps.
The Juvenile court, presided over by