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VOL. I, NUMBER 15. TROY, N. Y., A U G U S T 14. 1886. PRICE 3 CENTS. 3 In ION r. sors, loes, L. Douglas j . We are I below eost (Co.’s stock, .lEE. land should led every Sst- plan, the a^ Ohio. It is 1 % education, t the toiling 50 cenls a HEW^” Toledo, O. iO U R -$ 6 I River Btreei, MILLIONS. TJtei^'B miino-K in m l oid ni Tlurs’a mllUiLsrtt to saU; But mUlT.na starve for want o( food, Theroe milUoQs reari; sisin. ThertH mirnots la tbe andivinlse. And mlUiosa Uiiawn awar; yttrnimotHdl;; whileolieredine. In glQtion’s feast to car. TnemlUIOiiSiUrvag « ir alou}, To thOES who hold me hread; ADdmiuioEE lie incoma’d ahroud. Who cried hat were not Kd- Toe laM lahioad, me Held la good, But pUliged 6viF/ wherej and eac.3 acre's dred 'Oj some u a n s blood, TO make tne millionaire. Bat luBtluecrl^E from each land lock’d tea, These are the peopU's UndEj Which Ofld gave as a birthright tree, To all our loillEg hande. But mllliooB sow mouga few men reap, TaO harveet of the sod; And nimioaa in the cunrohrard sleep. Who made tie moneyed ooo. .stay, stay tj e tide, ye work.» all, Nall your flag to i he meet; CTuahfiomljtaDta.iecdeii{>olB fall. erw* thing gone at NoihlDg tio show lor the trouble at d toll of the years mat are past; Houtee and lands and money have taken wugs This vrry moroiDg I Signed away me AAf Irom I Bhouldn t care I myself, Kate; l un used to the world's rough waj b , lug and delved, acdpiMded along through all my manhooddayi; mink of you and the most breaks my heart, 1 put me T fortlog dream Is di \I am worth more mah my gold, \ ehl You're good tolookai it so, Bata man Isn’t wormm vi hla nair Is tumihgtoahow; soft White haids very much, Ka’e, woea imi MypoorlltUe gUtsWith their soi nocehteyesof bine. Tamed adntt in me heartless world—what can and what will they do i “An honeat fallnrei'' indMd it was, dollar for dollar paid. Never a creditor i Buihrid, Whatever people have Better are r^-gs and a consclenoe clear ih palace and flusnee of aaame, line thing l s u ll leave to my children, Bate, and Wnai'B mat? :‘Thh boys Th“y are ready cow to begin And gals os anotnei fonune, and thick and min 7“ troubled? work through Tnenobie fehowii Already I feel I haven’t so muchiobear, Their courage has lightened my heavy load of misery and despair ^UaieaogUu er not dr. ae so One And mink teey did it with money mat wasoT They'ta ready mihuw what tneyre made of, quick to earn aLdiosavet’’ My bitas'd, good uttle daugtijitra^ •o generou* ADdyouiiiiiikwe needs t fret, Kate, while we have eicb other left, , Nomaturol what pesseislODS our U tcb may be You are right. With a quiet coorsience and a ruputmput y baLdtoi the plow again, a id l know Wll-'KIgOOd u my h that we u poll inrouga. (iTTOintlie Labor Free Ptees.) A Tale of Two Boycotts. “ UNKNOWN” K .O F L. CHAPTER III. THE HIDDBN 8MASZ. I bad a bapp 7 evening. The muse was delightful, as one of our best aiugere bad been engaged, ahil two hours quickly passea. When we ate in conge nial company, young -ind happy, life is ail coukui de rote. When I was once more in my lovely rooms, I found my huf md quietly reading. He did not again lention bis loss, nor did I. We never ’orry over tbiugs that we cinoot help, and th.it is the reason people say we are so happy. Three yens flew on the wings of love and di'Votioa »hown me by my hUBband ; not a look <.r word hnt expreased love aud admiration for me. Our friends often joked ns on our courting days not being over, and Profeaaor used to answer; “ rboy never will be if it depends npon I am not perfect, reader, aud do not wivh yon to get the idea into your bead. 1 was ae Bpoiled as girt could b e ; aud one who always had her own way from infancy. Every one around me some bow always fell mto the way of petliug and spoiling me, I could not very well be disagreeable or cross with too much love and kiudDess. Aud who does nut fiud it better and pleasanter to be gk.od-natured and happy. Ton are not ouly happy yourself, but you make others so. My husbaud called m e ‘'sunshine”; m; fashionable girl friend said when they met with a luvlug squeeze “yon are just too nice for anythiug,” my more bumble friends noold exclaim “you are a Bight for sore eyes.” 8o I seemed to gladden all hearts, and took the keenest pleasure in being loved and admired. 1 was fond of dress, not only for the sake of looking nice, but for the love of the flue, delicate, pretty silks aud laces, linens and ribbons. Softness, fineness and delicacy was more to my taste than jewelry or much betrimmed clothes, with baisb, gliltcriug bangles, that rustled and snapped as one moved, I liked to be thought a zephyr, a moonbeam, or a ray of snnshinA It this \waa vanity, then I was vain; but somehow no oee ever called me Vain, not even in fun. My pretty clothes and luxurious things were s part of me, 1 do not think anyone ever separated ua Evetyihiug \was so sweet in the world to me. How could I dream of misery and sin. I read it in books, but it all Seemed unreal book life, an.i not to be mi t with in this pretty, nice and loving world. Of coarse in a large cliy like New York one meets plenty of beggars; but when 1 expressed sorrow for them my friend told me, “They need not beg, if they CAnnot work, this city is rich they can find many charitable insti tutions to go to. But they prefer to beg.” I olten ihonghta queer kiud of prefennee to go ragged and dity, cold and hungrr. But we most know misery to feel it. “ That little touch of fellow feeliug often makes os wondrous kind.” So days glided into weeks and monlhs and three happv, happy years bad passed of my married life. Vacation was about to commeDce and I was ready as soon my huabind would be free to follow the dearest of my friends to the sea shore my truuks were packed and every prepa ration made. Tke morning had teen a long one and very warm- I bad for the first day found it warm enough to wear a thin white dress. 1 had tbrown myself into deep chair to read, not expecting my husband until late ou account of the final examinatiODB that day. To-murrow would be Commencement at the College and a ball at night. I dwell on the day because it was the bagiuuing of deep and lasting trouble to I had been aiugularly fortunate np to th'B time, nearly twenty and never hav ing any real trouble that I could well re member. the day, too, was a beautiful one. New York June days are so lovely. The broad avenue that we lived on was unusually quiet, and I let my book fall iuto my lap, und was lost in a delightful reverie of my old home. Something in the air, or the hii of far-away blue sky that 1 could cdc'i sight of a^ v e the till brown stone bouses and the white palsce acioss the way, made me think of home and those dear to m;. 1 had not seen any of them fur three yeaiA Every long snmmer vacation had been spent in travel, only stopping long enough here and there to rest and amuse ourselves. This summer was to be no exception to the others. My brothers and sisters had all married and like myself bad all scattered North, 8outh, East and West. So Maryland bad nothing to recall us except my fether and “I will go during next year to see him,” I ccocluded. My canary in his golden cage sung as if his little heart was too full of the per fect day and his perfect happiness to keep silent. I WHS slipping sway into dream land and half thought I was but ten years old and listeniug to the birds in the lawn at home when I started up. Some one had kissed me on the fore- It was mv husband, but how tired he looked I And be never smiled. He seemed grave aud more.serious f an I ever saw him. I elapsed my hands together and “Oh ! what is the mitter? Have you heard from hume.’’ “No,” he replied, 'T am tired, dear. The day has been long and warm. The examinations have been leJiouA I will go and lay down awhile.” When my husband again joined me, I did not think he looked any fiesber for his sleep, if he had slept at all. ‘'Tbeo, come here and sit by me, dear. I wish to talk with you. ” Icomplied at once, sod took bishand. “I believe you have fever,” I said : looking iuto bis now flushed face and ' feeling the hot, thiobbiog hand in mice: ' *Theo,’' alter a pause and with an un- I steady voice, “ would it disappoint you I inch (0 give up your trip to the sea- j shore; in fiiut, to go to some quiet place for the summer, darling V I looked at him in wonder. “ Why? Is there any reaaon for it. Professor?” “Yee, Theo, President G. of our ool- leee had an interview with me, and told me be bad a letter from a friend of his in the United States Navy. And, in fact, the old President seemed much em barrassed, and said he had been advised not to re-engage me for ani ther year. ” “Who was it told you that, and what did your friend tell you of me, sir, that you cannot have me in the Faculty next year.” I said, continued the profeasor. Ptertdent G. answered; “Icanaottell you. Do not ask me. So far as I am concerned, Professor Merville, I ■will give you any recommendation you can “I was in a pasaiou, Theo,” siud my husband wearily, “1 said things I o u ^ t not have smd perhaps. I spumed his oiler oi recommendaiiuna it he would not tell me who the person was in the Navy who bad advised him to turn me oft ami of what I was accused. I told the Presi dent It was a cowardly way of acting on his part and on the part of his Navy friend. I took my bat and left. Bnt I am much troubled about it. If I only knew what is said aud by whom. This throws me out of proiesaoribip; and as times are very bard, with a regular criw impending here, I nay not be able to finu such a stlOAtion as would supp.>rt us here. And in view of having lost my position in the college. I have been thinkine, dear, to ash you to give up your summer trip. It costs so much, and who knows what may happen in the fxo BI OONTIBCED. j L ook O ut for T hese F ellows . There is nothing that the old political foxes will not do to get control of the “wirkingmen’s leader” in New York. Bo we are told by the Philadelphia lied- In the mean time we are about to see the opening of the political shambles. Already certain bogus “labor leaders” ate batoning to blow ttimr hoih, and give notice that they will be ready for busiuesa when the time comes. These humbugs are giving it to be understood, by sly aud whispered boasts, that they control the labor vote, that they carry big organizations in their pockets, that they bold the balance of power, and that they eon turn (be election by a whiik of the hand, a wink, or a nod, for a consid- eratioa Year after year there arc jockeys who thus levy blackmail, even upon old hacks. They are always in the field when, an election is to come ofl- Look out for such blacklegs. We give notice to the working people to look out for them, even though they ply all the arts of oily-gammon. They ate the worst enemies of honest labor and dacent politics. for them. They don’t control the “’labor vote,” and can’t deliver a handful of i t They don’t control the labor organiza- LOOK OUT FOR THE ENGINE. HCNaKt, WANT AND THE INTAlfaoN OF , HUMAN B10ET8 MAT rBUDOCB ^1 THE I FCTEBS, AS INTHB PABT.AN ABM?' I OF DESTBUenON. I There is every indication that the civi- : lized world is on the verge of 'a social I revolutmn. j The world’s totlers, those vi|k> have I produced the mountains of weal^ piled inp in every land of letters, tbii&e who I have faced deith in defense of>i unjust governments and oppressive economic I systems, are writhing in the agonies of I hunger and destitution, and bending ' their backs to the last straw of physical ' and mental endurance. I The mutterings of discontent and mis- : ery among all the laboring classes,chough • often expressed in ill-advised, impractical I and often in malicious and criminal : methods are bnt the prelode to the dia- ' tant rumbling of the approaching storm. Justice, right and social equality are I the legitimate birthrights of every son I and daughter of man, aud it matters not Low deep they are buried in ignorance and poveiry, they will, in time buist their environments and assert them selves. Our wage-labor system, our land, mon opoly, debt, usury, and money systems, alt tend to develop an army of modern Huns and Vandals, which will sooner or later lay bold of the pillars of state and tear down the saperstructare. This vast army is now on parade. Its tread may he heard from the At lantic to the Pacific shore. It has nothing to lose: and everything to gain. We warn the strong in wealth and power of their danger. Human nature is about the same in the hovel and in the palace. These people reason this way: \We the tollers, endure all the hard ships, suffer all the privations, take all the liaks, make all the sacriflees, pay ell the taxes, create all the wealth, while our oppressors enjoy all the pleasures and revel mall the luxuries of our hard aarn- “ What care i erly? We have \What osre wc for justice? Thtre is “’What care we for libeny? We are slaves.” This was the reasoning of the French revolutionists. An eminent Frenoe writer says. The French people had been plun dered and oppressed until (bey could stand oppreosiun no longer. Everything that a poor man h.d bat the clothes upon his back was snbject to executioj fur taxes, while the aristoc racy and clergy, with their immense es tates, escaped almost entirely the bur dens of govemaaeut. In 1874 an ordinance was paeted pro viding that “Vagabonds or persons bay ing no apparent means of living, s t:^!.^ comiemned, although they shall noThave been accused of any crime or faultA-men 16 to 70 years of „ , lyer is sold. Their “influence” is not worth the price of a withered goober.—John Swinton’s e for the laws of prop- men, to be confined for three years i hospital. ” Biv mis ordinance did not prevent misery from increasing, because to labor was a privilege; and even the httie rag ged girls that sold flowers upon the Struts of Paris to support themselves and their sick and starving mothers, were compelled to pay a privilege tax. This proves that taiatiun is pitiless fur the p-^or when the governmeut isin the hands of an sulocratic element. In 1777 the number of beggars in France was computed at l.iiOO.WO, ami the number eoutinued to increase. Pris- ODS, hospitals and workhouses wrre filled to overflowing, and from one end of France to the other they wandered through highways and by-ways, begging and stealing by day, and sleeping in barns and stables at night. At length, in I Paris*!” was the ery that pawed fern lip to lip, and then began the thrilling scenes of a revolution that Buckle says was the grandest event in hishwy. King Louis XVI and his queen, Marie Antoinette, were beheaded with the guillotin^ and sU the proud and haughty ■ of France except those who lerisbed in aristocrats o f! fled to other ( The great mass of the people, though poor and weak, know their rights, and live to the wrongs imposed upon ?bey know that the national mt had Ceased to be a protector sensitive to the wrongs impoi govemmet of these rights, but in the hands of the ricl#mcnpy lord| has become u curse to tbe.peuple, aud they argue that the law of sdIF'pieservatioD demaude its over throw or recousiruction. When men ar# driven to steal far the sake of shelter and food in loathsome pris'ma, society is on the verge of that condition which compelled the Qoiba to sell their chiiilren into slavery for dog The d s r of violence and destruotion is at hand—the Goths and Vsndala are en camped juat oniNde the gates. To show that what we say is bubbling up all over the country, we quote tbe following from tbe pen of Col. J. B. Beasley, of Tennessee : The federal government is no longer ititled to the respect or allegiance of the people. In tbefasndsof the money power, ithss tome a curse to tbe nsUon, and tbe great law of self-pre.<erva(ion demands its overthrow by the people and the estab lishment ot a new one upon such princi ples as will best promote the public wel- It IS uselessttalook for leUef to a change adminlstiaiion from one party to another. Tbe present state of affairs is tbe nat ural and logical result of tUe system un der which we live, and fundamental _ . 6 made be fore we can hope for any great improve- rpent iu tbe coudition of tue masses. The aristoctatic element has deatruye-1 svery republic tuat ever rose and fell upon the globe. Again we say to the noh, the putse- prond,those who revel in tbe law-created palaces of Mammon, while tbe Lazarnses of labor are starving at (he gate : “Look out when tbe bell ringsl” We say to the lord mayors: Temper the wmds of your wrath to tbe shorn limbs of the laboring poor. We say to tbe Vanderbilt's, the Gould’s the SiandsTd Cn\ companies' the Scullys and the hou<e of lords. There is a God in Israel, and we will protect those whom yon have robbed. We warn grinding capital and heart- lees Shylockism everywhere to be on their guard, as destruction lies in ambnah to devour them, for justice demands resti- tation or retribution, and will have i t — Chicago Express. A CONFABUIiA’nO N While tramping through the country, looking for a job, a Broken-Down Poli tician met a Dead Iseue, and both began to bewail their fate. “Alas I” exclaimed tbe Politician, what can I do? If I endorse Boycott, Capitalist won’t untie the sack ; and if I dont make friends with him, the sack won't be any good. The Dead Issue sighed heavily. “Time was when with a hornT-bauded son of toil I could scoop the offices,’ he groaned. “T ca I feel a chauge in my bones, and must bunt cover,” mnsed the Broken. D owd Polltid.n. “Which cover!” queried Dead Issue, csrotully blowing on some dead ashes of the past. “Damflno; things are so doubtful every wtv,” sighed Broken-Down Politician. A Knight of XiSbor came along jnst then, and in Liimble tones he was be- seeched to aid tbe dejected pair. “Gentleman, you’re a very Ireacberoua looking couple and smell ofe^ium. I think I will wait for my friend Non-Par tisan Boycott to oveitake me before pro oeeding in your company.” At thi-< lime along came N. P. Boycott at a spanking gait, carrying several Vital Questions under the seat of a nestbuggy. and invit'ed Knight of Labor to ride with him, while B. D. Politician and Dead Issue hiiDgonbehiud. But very soon they climbed forward aud began to advise their companions as to the course “My very dear, kind friends,” said Dead Issue “remember the Solid South.’ Tea,” replied N. P. Boycott, “but if you please, the question just now is ‘Slavery versus Liberty.’” “My dear fellows,” cried the B. D, Politician, “don’t yon recognize me as your boyhood friend?” But before they could answer they came to a fork of tbe road, and a sign post, reading on one side, “ To the bal lot-box,\ and on the other, “Fizzle Gulch.” With a convulsive grasp, both Dead Issue and B. D. Politician caught hold of the reins and half way turned tbe horse’s head toward the latter locality. “For God’s sake, my dear, intelligent friends,” gasped they both, “don’t take your Vital Issues to the ballot-box, it would kill you.” \See here, you fellows,” said the Knight of Labor, “if you dont want to ride in this procession get out and walk. These Vital Questions must be settled right At this juncture came up Monopoly Press Esquire, and suavely urged the necessity of going to Fizzle Gulch till next year. “Gentlemen,” said N. P. Boycott, “if you want to come along with me, all right; if not, let go the reins, get out ot the road and go to the devil.” A few sharp cuts of his whip, aud off he and the Koight of Labor dashed, while Dead Issue, Broken-Down Politician and Mon opoly Press wept, howled, raved and tore their hair in rage and despondency. —A. D. Cridge, in San Francisco Star. LEAVE IT TO ME. Manufacturer—Now, my man, I have your interests at heart and want to give you some gooa advice. Keep clear of al) these Knights of lAbor Assemblies and Trades Unions. They disturb business, create discontent, interfere with the plans of employers, and ate altogether badintueir eflect?. Yon all know that I am disposed to le fair and will pay you all I can afford—wbat I can afford-—what 1 think yon are worth. Workingman (withmeat lu his handl— All right, Mr. Manufacturer. By tbe way now 1 think of it, just send that walnut-trimmed ash bed-room suit up to my house. Don’t make any price on it; you know I am honest and will do the fair thing. J know about what tbe suit is worth. I will pay all I can afford to. Just leave it to me and it will be all ' Manufacturer—Oh, no codkdn't think of doing that; I must fix a price on all the goods I sell—it would be ruinous to do 01 herwise. Workman—But shouldn't I have the right to Qx tbe price ot the commodity— furoitare—yon eeil me if you are to arro gate to yourself the right to set tbe price on the commodity-my labor—which I sell Manufacturer—Ah, tr—ahem—but the cases are very different. I ate you are not so well posted on tbe question of labor and wages as vou should be. Here —reaching for bis coat-tail pocket—is Mr. Hoar’s great labor speech, a large number of extra copies of which were printed for the special benefit of yon fel lows. Just read that—ne makes it per fectly clear that we employers ought to have tbe right to pay just what we have a mind to without any interference by As semblies, Unions or other combination of workers. Workman—Oh, Hoar be blessed 1 When I am allowed to fix the price of the things 1 won’t kick against leaving it wltoUy to you ae to what wages I shal^ get. But until then 1 shall insist on having a voice in e?tt'ing what compen sation I receive for ray labor—the only I commodity I have to sell. Exit Manufacturer soliloquizing, “The ‘ country is going to thedoge. I’m afraid i the time is coming when wc shall no I longer be able to ex- rcise our inalienable right to hire who we please, aud work them as long as we please. BOYCOTT LIST The Knights of Libor have resolved to boycott the following firms: New York Tribune. Adams Brothers’ hats, South Norwalk, Iron Bridge Mannfactunng Company, Jobn B. Stetson, hat manufactnrer Philadelphia, Pa. Colburn & FoUer, shoe msnufactnreis, Derby Depot, N. H., and Milford, Mass. Help the Can Makers’ Mutual Associa tion by buying no Baltimore canned goods except such ae are pat np In cans made by cbe assooiaUon, Spinney & Oa, shoe mannfacturers, Norway, Miune. make desirable members, the G labion wili be f a m ished in lots not less than flfty copies, a t two c ents each. Those who receive this paper can fa cilitate the enterprise and benefit tbe cause b y sending us the names and office addresses of tbe cot secretaries and aa many c members as possible of tbe
