The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-01-02
HAYWOOD'S BOOK
TELLS OF EARLY
Miners union
Western Federation of
Miners Story Told
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Haywood, who in the last years
of his eventful life sought refuge
from persecution by American i'm
perialism in the Soviet Union, wrote
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"The old Indian buck was one day
sitting on sack Of charcoal at the
door of the half dug-out cabin which
we used as an assay office. I went
cut and sat down beside him, asking
him how his squaw and papooses
were" = From "Bill Haywood's
Rook," telling of his life among the
Indians in Nevada's early days.
"Then / saw the Negro hanging
Ky the neck in the wagon shed. His
face was CHASTITY. and, although he
was light colored, it was turning
blue, with the eyes and tongue stick
ing out horribly. l looked at the
swinging figure and thought over
and over, What have they done
what have they done?' 1t was as
though a weight of cold lead settled
in my stomach. From "Bill Hay
woods Book" telling of his impress
sion when boy at seeing lynch
ing.
"The saloons were typical of a
\ mining camp and were well patron
lied. Usually a long bar ran the
length Of one side, with two or
three tables in the front and card
room in the rear. Faro and poker
we're the fevorite games. / was
standing at the bar in Louis Engel's
saloon one night when the barkeeper
said: Bill, take look at that group
at the faro table, There were eight
lnen and one woman. Every one of
them had killed from one to six
r,en." - From ''Bill Haywood's
Pook," telling his own life story of
the days of the Old West.
'Dear Lord, dost thee know Sim
mon 'Arris, SUPERINTENDENT of the
Poor Man Mine? If thee know ZEN.
we wish for thee to take zen and
put ZEN in Ell, and there let the
burger frizzle and fry" From
"Bill Haywood's Book" telling of
Cornish miners prayer in an
Idaho camp in the early days.
This squat specimen of human
ity certainly did not personify the
membership Of the American Fed
Grafton of Labor. Sam was very
short and chunky with big head
that was bald in patches, resembling
. child suffering with ring worm.
He had small swapping eyes, hard
cruel mouth, wide, with thin-Groop-
ing lips. heavy jaws and jow's. A
personality vain, conceited. petulant
end vindictive."- From "Bill Hay
woods Book" describing his impress
sion of Corners.
at was in this cross-cut, four
thousand feet from the surface, that
I turned off the air on The machine
drill for the last time. 1t was three
o'clock in the morning. I left for
the convention that was to be held
in Denver, on the stage the same
,norning at six o'clock From
"Bill Haywood's Book" telling how
he left the mines to take leadership
Of the union.
"There were to be no parleys.
Quit work. Quit now. Strike!
That was the order. 1t was obeyed
on the instant. The bosses were in
a hurry. Keen up the fires! The
furnaces will freezep But their or
dcrs were not obeyed. The strikers
shouted as they hurried about in
flare and shadow, Strike! Strike
while the iron is hot! From
"Bill Haywoods Book" telling of a
smeltermen's strike at Denver, in
1908.
wherever trouble broke out
against the miners, Mother Jones
went there. When a bridge was
patrolled by soldiers, she waded the
river in winter; when trains were
being watched, the train crewemug-
gled her through. She always went
where she wanted to go."-From
"Bill Haywooo's Book" in tribute to
Mother Jones.