Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1916-11-01
Finnekan's Philosophy
The Sanction Of Society.

"AN w IL We put yer INST
anoer his nose. 1t plassd ivrywan
oarIln them that's got to pay the
freight.
Come all ye.' says the Great
Switch Engine Of the single Track
Mind; lave us avert . turribls clam.
ity from the Nashun,' he says, wild
Open Minds and Months says wud-
throw. An 20 the Four Chiefs and
the Railroad Prisidints goes to WASH
'nton.
Lave US look at the matthsr in
the large way says his nibs to the
-Four Chiefs. .Fwhatu ye take not to
strike Ill afther illickshun,' he axes, wild
q winnin' smile.
Twelve hours pay for tin hours
work.. says the Comfy. .Barrin' we
get that we'll strike" they says. pinch
in each other.
understand ye thur'ly.' says the
Great MORT Contortionist. 'Meself has
studied the railroad problem firm the
windy Nv parlor car, an know that
twelve hours pay for ten hours work
makes an eight hour day, which, says
Wudthrow, has the Sanshun Nv So
ciety. an that he says. If far shu-
S~~ W eAiAiS pAAAhSAplC at al, ne
says. till November SEVENTH says
he. G'wan,' says Wudthrow, AN lave
thin plutycrats to me- says he. So
he sinds for the Prisidints.
Gintlemen.' says he, 'meself is the
Servant iv the Pee-pul,' he says. but
If the Lord keep not the City. the
Watchful Waiter ducks in vain.' he
says. will We arbytrate" he axes.
wild persuadin' smile.
Sure says the Prisidints. Will the
men arbytrate,' they axes, lookin' at
each other in surprise, an passin' up
the piety
'Meself forced thin to do So says
Wudthrow with dignity. be the in
hoonce iv me great Office says he.
AN So says he, well appint a
Cmish'n an arbytrate all barrin' tn
eight hour day. which, says he, has
the Sanshun iv S'ciety. an is there
fore says he, not arbytrable. says
Wudthrow
How dye know that.' axes the
Prisidints.
BE intooish'n,' says the Prisidint.
Well says the brutal plutycrats,
amy road run be intooish'n or what
ever ye call 1t, would go broke in a
week. they says. Wen give eight
hours pay for eight hours work an
arbytrate ivrything. That's our last
word says the Prisidints.
is that yer ultymatum?' says the
Prisidint.
"'Nit,' says the Prisidints. 'Too
nanny ultymatums doan't ultymate.'
they says. It's our last word they
says.
$50 Wilson sends Tor the four chiefs.
otis all right says he, shalxin'
ivryman warmly be the hand, we get
the eight-hour day, and they'll arby-
trate all else.' says the Chief.
How about pay?' axes the Chiefs
"'Thatu be arbytrated. too says
the Chief Magistrate.
"'G'wan,' says the Chiefs, we turn.
ed that down cold already they says,
Twenty-Five per clint advance In pay
or we strike Mondah,' says the Chiefs.
"'Fwhat votes have yep axes wud-
throw. 'kittin his mobile brow IN
thought like.
Half millyun.' says the Chiefs,
winkin' at each other.
Gfntlemin.' says wudthrow, Tel.
low citizens he says. Fellow Pathri.
ots,' he says. On a moral question like
wages, We are rightly too proud to ar
bytrate,' he says. Lave thin bandits
to me- says Wudthrow, AN I'll bring
thin to time II sprain me tongue
says he. An he sinds for the Prisi.
dints.
"''Tis all right says he. 'Ye give
twelve hours pay for tin hours work,
which makes the eight hour day ye
con ceded. I have Civ birth to a moo
idea says Wudthrow, swellin' wild
pride.
Eye took the Twilight Shape for
that wan, or ye'd be dead be now,
says the Prisidints. Where de we ret
the money! they axes.
Eye can raise yer rates. says the
Prisidint.
Who says so?' axes the Prisidints.
consulted the House. says the
Prisidint.
'F>what House" axes the Prisidints.
Colonel House. says the Prisidint.
'Nawthin' doing says the Prisi-
dints.
Thin says his nibs. I'll make me
Congress raise the wages, an tell the
pee-pul yourselves Is to blame
Help yells the farmers. Fire.
yells the shippers. MURDER calls the
consumers. Lave the men have 1t
or lave the railroads keep it, But IL
We frisk us for the price, we'll destiry
We in November
so Wilson jumps for a taxicab an
goes to Congress. Bill says he to
Stone, there's the divil to pay. Can
we lift the freight says he, 'widout
violatin' that great guidin' pr-rinciple,'
says he, Safety first says Wilson to
Stone.
If We want to go back to spankin'
schoolbys,' says Stone, yen raise the
rates.
Bad cess to the whole iv thim,'
says Wilson. They're all sore. an
they're all layin' for me. Oh, Bill
says he. advise me- he says, in this
great mor'l crisis he says.
"'Go and play goluf.' says Gum Shoe
Bill. an give thin the Slip