I Preferred Sewing To Bossing Little Children.

I Nursed Men Back To Sanity Who Were Driven To Despair. I Solicited Clothes For The Ragged Children, For The Desperate Mothers. I Laid Out The Dead, The Martyrs Of The Strike.

In Georgia Where Children Work Day And Night In The Cotton Mills They Have Just Passed A Bill To Protect Song Birds. What About The Little Children From Whom All Song Is Gone?

Your Ancestors Fought For You To Have A Share In That Institution Over There. It's Yours. See The School Board, And Every Friday Night Hold Your Meetings There. Have Your Wives Clean It Up Saturday Morning For The Children To Enter Monday. Your Organization Is Not A Praying Institution. It's A Fighting Institution. It's An Educational Institution Along Industrial Lines. Pray For The Dead And Fight Like Hell For The Living!

I Am Not Unaware That Leaders Betray, And Sell Out, And Play False.

You Ought To Be Out Raising Hell. This Is The Fighting Age. Put On Your Fighting Clothes.