Montana labor news., 1932-06-09
TIMELY AND UNn|MELY OBSERVATIONS
GET BUSY, THE GRAVE is WAITING.
(By ADAM ~COALDIGGER.)

God pity the rich, the poor can beg. Eastman, the kodak king, shoots
himself. Kreuger, the match king, follows suit. Next Swift, the pork
king, walks out of a sixstory window. Every day lesser lights take the
pistol, poison, o. monoxide gas route to a better world.
henuva hurry to get out Of it? It's your world. You made it along with
its gods and ideals
Could it be that your gods are false gods, a was the Golden Calf shaped
by the hah-baked followers of Moses? Are your ideals bottled moonshine
that cheers and stimulates for a few hours, followed by days Of katzen-
TANNERS?
dross-stuff that riots and rots"? Did you lose your mortal souls to gain
the whole world, and then kill your bodies to re-unite them with those
poor lost souls?
"Man wants but little here below, or wants that little long" But you
re not contented with that little. You try to fatten life with the lives
of others. You devour men, women, and children, and even unborn babes,
to pile up golden jowls and paunches. For the too-much of yours is the
not-enough of the many. Your millions ar the we of the millions
You say you wan money for the power it gives W. men-the
power it gives Bah! Up at our house is a person who never earned
a ent and isn't worth a cent, Yet if all the sunsets that e set
we're liquid gold and all the raindrops that ever fell yer diamonds of
purest water, it would not buy that person. Hardly able to totter, she
BILE, everyone listens with rapture. Weaker than a newborn lamb, she
commands everyone to follow. Uttering nothing but meaningless bah
could drive her surroundings into battle against the combined military
forces of the world. A yearOd girl baby prsonfying the powers of
love, and you speak of the power that money gives!
The little that man wants here below is food, clothing and shelter, and
above that, security, love, friendship and the blessed knack of perceving
beauty in nature and art You have enough to support a thousand lives
with food, clothing and shelter. But with Ill that, even you, lac security.
For the world you shaped is a wolves world. A broken leg-a rip in your
hde-the smell of flowing blood, and your brother wolves will tear you
in shreds.
There is not security in this world of yours and you know it. So you
pile fortune upon fortune in the idle hope of cheating your own game-of
protecting your robbers hoard against your fellow robbers.
Some time ago caught up with a family of your star-spangled Ameri-
cans on the road. The mn was filthy, ragged, and unshaven. He was
driving a team of halfstarved burrows pulling the rickety spring wagon
on which the famiys earthly possessions were piled. Behind the wagon
walked his wife and five children, using the vehicle rs a windbreak be-
cause it was a a and windy day.
Inquring as 20 their destination, learned that it was a place some 70
miles away, and as the place vas o. my road, | offered to take the mother
and children in my car Blue from cold, the poorly dressed children looked
upon my closed Chevy with longing eyes. The father urged his family
to accept the invitation. But the weary mother declined. Said she was
afraid of losing her husband, and as couldn't take the children, N of
which a a baby in arms, left them.
Well, here "a love and devotion that all of the millions of Rockefeller
could not buy-love in rags and gooseflesh,. scorning the comforts of the
Machine Age
sycophants and idohtors. 1t cannot buy the friendship of a worthy al or
acquired in the brutal strife for material things, it robs their owners of
beauty.
Verify say unto you, ne of the most successful ways of wasting life
is to spend it in the acquisition of more wherewith to live than ne "a
spend in ten lives. And perhaps it is the realization of this that explains
the departure of sc many star gogetters by the suicide route.
Oh we'll, Marx said Capitalism creates its WI gravediggers. But who
ever would have dreamed that lit woHd furnish the corpses too.
TWO OF A KIND.
Here S a story heard in Chicago the other day which il almost too
good to be true.
Sympathetic lady to srapping, outstanding fellow begging for a handout
at the kitchen door: poor man! Are you out of work too?"
mo-" replied the supphcant, "Im working every day, but haven't been
UNFAIR: SWIFT.