St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1915-07-28

would he utterly ruined if he contin-
ued the reform campaign. His plant
was heavily mortgaged. and he was
barely making the paper pay him an
income
"You did good jobr' cried Boyd
heartily. slapping Duncan on the back.
Il guess we know q trick or two"
responded Duncan. Il made that mutt
wriggle like a caterpillar caught on a
locust thorn
The sensation caused by the article
exposing the Boyd corporation attract
ed the attention of Matthew Brand.
he could hardly believe that the great
millionaire Boyd would tolerate such
a state of affairs.
He called on Boyd to find out what
the real situation was in his factory.
''Is it possible that your employees
live in damp. dark, rickety houses and
that disease runs riot among them ~
asked Brand.
mo, no, my boy" laughed Boyd
easily. ''That stuff in the Clarion is
| pure fake"
| How about the awful conditions in
your factory? Is it true that your men
work long hours in crowded. poorly
lighted rooms, with hardly any SAM
tary protection; that. for example,
their drinking water and wash water
both come from the same faucets over
Ill smelling sinks; also that your so
called cures are not cures at all?''
Boyd flushed angr1Iy.
"No, no. he cried loudly, al tell you
It's all lier'
Still unsatisfed, Brand visited Editor
Cole and asked him if his accusations
were based on actual facts.
81 want to know all about this" said
Brand. 81 will aid in the campaign
against that medicine very substantial
ly if you convince me that it is a fake"
81 have had Sacc-Ozone analysed"
said Cole. Zone of the university
professors demonstrated that the chief
curative properties of Sacc-Ozone were
opium, alcohol, water and sugar. There
is a little cochineal thrown in to give
it its attractive COLOR
Brand was Mortified.
'ImpOsSibIel" he exclaimed
''See for yourself" laughed the edi-
cor. He picked up a sheet of paper
from his desk and handed it to Brand.
It was the sworn statement Of Profess
sor Henry Wilson, noted as a chemist
and medical scientist, that Sacc-Ozone
was exactly what Cole had declared it
to be.
''Why don't you go on with your
great work?' asked Brand. 81 notice
you have stopped your attack"
Coles explanation gave Brand as
much surprise as did the revelation con-
corning the contents of the so called
medicine. He got right down to bust
ness. He went over the last financial
statement of the Clarion and immedi-
ately made out check for $4,000.
''Ill see you through he declared
enthusiastically. There's plenty more
where that came from
Good" exclaimed Cole, rising and
extending his hand. ''I'll take you at
your word"
Brand sat down at desk and began
to write.
The war against the deadly, cruelty
deceptive patent medicine was on. The
licensed slayer of deluded fathers,
mothers and babes was facing vital
battle for its existence.
In the meantime matters were going
from bad to worse in the plant of the
Boyd corporation. So many of the men
were becoming i'll because of the I'M
healthy conditions that they began to
protest. The drinking water was I'M
filtered and came through leaky old
pipes. The wash sinks had been used
for many years and were rusted and
dirty. The rooms were dark, and there
were no ventilatOrs.
Old man Doyle, one of the leading
bottle inspectors, had his hours length
ened because times were hard. He
protested. At noon hour he gathered
his fellow laborers around him and
complained to them that he should get
more pay for the extra time; that, in
addition. his wife was desperately i'll
of consumption and he was needed at
home to help take care of the children.
Instead of being allowed to finish work
and go home he had. under the new
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without additional wages. He had to
report for duty at 7;30 in the morning
or lose his job.
Duncan received news of old DOyle's
talk to the workers. In burst of fury
he rushed down into the bottling de-
partment. He forced his way through
the crowd of sympathetic employees
and confronted Doyle.
"You crook" he cried angrily. you
are trying to start q striker
The old la5orer worn in mind and
body from his years of life in the gloom
and the germ laden air of the Boyd fac
tory, gazed steadily at his master for
moment and then dropped his head.
NO." he answered in low tones. I'm
not trying to start any strike. Ask
the men'-he waved his arm at the
crowd that had gathered around him
Il only told them l amt making
enough money to take care of my sick