The labor journal. [volume] (Everett, Wash.) 1909-1976, 1914-11-27
HOW HE LOST THE PRIZES.
Hard Luck That Came to Worker In
a Phianthropist's Factory.

Philanthroplst's Factory.
was puzzled. In no other factory
town had l seen the strange, tense,
eager energy which | saw indicated by
many of the operatives of the Web
wool combine in Spindleberg. What
mysterious influence was responsible
for this surprising manifestation? Was
the incentive pecuniary one? Could
it be high wages?
mo, 1t amt high wages, sir" one
Of the more intelligent looking of the
workers Che said his name was John
SOM told me. Wages amt so high
here as what they be in other places,
sir The folks hustle because the pres
ident, Mr.. Grabbenstatter"-
MIR. Grabbenstatterr' | broke In.
Surely you don't mean Mr.. D. Cliff
forde Grabbenstatter?'
Yes" answered Johnson. Have
you heard of him, sirT
Heard of himr' | exclaimed Dit was
impossible for me to keep down the
ring Of eXultation in my voice.. "Why,
man, know him. Often have been
a welcome guest on his princely estate
in the Berkshires, and from his own
lips have l heard the details of not a
few of his unique phianthropic prof.
ects. What, my friend, does he do to
encourage his laborers here"
"He gives prizes, SIR" replied the
man. He gives five dollar and
six dollar prize at the end of every
week, sir. The five dollar prize goes
to them that has the most children
who's worked the week through, and
them that has the youngest child who
prize"
oh" | almost shouted in my en-
thusiasm, "what a good, grand, splen-
did idea! No wonder there is so much
determined effort to win those ex-
quisite tokens of efficient childhood!
l trust Johnson, that they frequently
have been bestowed on you
"No, they amt" he gloomed. "They
amt never been given to me. My chill
drens always unlucky. sir. | started
seven workin when | first come to
town, two more than any one else had,
sir, an | was plum sure of gettin' a
prize. But before the week was half
over Jim had his arm took off by
belt, an Minnie got cotched in her ma
chine, an Johnnie had an eye knocked
out by busted emery wheel That
left me with only four, sir, an lots Of
folks has more than four children
workin, sir"
But the other-the six dollar prize"
gently prompted.
There amt no hope for that, nei-
Their" Johnson moaned, his face work
ing as with a recent sorrow. 81 put
Susie to work for that prize last Mon
day. an for five days she stayed on
her job, but when Saturday mornin'
come she wouldn't git out of bed.
Coaxin' wouldn't make her, strappin'
wouldn't. an dose Of speerits didn't
have no effect neither"
But a doctor-he could have done
something"
mo. he couldn't, sir. A doctor come.
but he wouldn't give no hope: he says
Susie would have to rest for all of
month. sir
l grasped the unfortunate parent by
the hand. MY poor fellow" l said
feeingly. II wish l could put in words
the deep sympathy l have for you in
your grievous disappointment! But
cheer up. my friend; the battle is not
lost yet; you will have another chance
to win when Susie RECEIVERS"
Il won't, neither" he lamented
bill Huff's boy-he's week younger
than Susie-he'll be workin' before the
months out"
But" | consoled. something may
happen to the boy, or perhaps Susie
will be herself again long before the
doctor thinks. Many attacks of sick
ness, Johnson. are liable to take the
most unexpected turns for the better,
and Susie's may be one of these. Did
the doctor say what her malady wasp.
He called it 'teethin'.' SIR" my in
formant quavered.-Guy T. Evans in
the Public.