A COMMENT UPON THE THREATS IN OUR "NEW HAVEN GAZETTE". WORKERS, REMAIN STEADFAST!
Do the workers of this city ask for any more than fair wage for the sweat off their brow? Are they do believe that the esteemed Mr. Endicott looks for any resolution fair in sight but to him? We of the unions, we who were there at the Musgrave pickets, deem this inconsistent with all the flighty Mr. Endicott has offered us before. Once he stood with us and paid us fairly, and now we are his enemy within?
We who toil in your mills and mines are a democratic lot. Coldly we turn our face away from the 'charity' offered to us by Mr. Endicott and those like him. Proudly we ask for that which is our due. When so many of New Haven stock up with fat for this hard winter, must we humbly starve while they live easy shored up with our crumbs?
We who give you coke and cloth agree that it is indeed a business, not a sentimental proposition, nor a religious or academic one. As businessmen in kind, give us our daily bread and we shall toil. Let us bathe our wounds -- for we wound more easily than our machinery, for all that we work smarter too! -- and you will have salt your poor pound of flesh to last longer. We ask for better not for greed, but for the benefit of humanity, for our future, for we ourselves will never see it, but when it comes the world will surely remember our victories and our losses.
We do not lose in material wealth. We pay with our lives!
Recall that our efforts to regulate those with heavy coaldust burdens have all come to nothing. It is not just our miners dying of black lung, but the wives of our miners and our children. The claims of those high doctors in the Medical Journals that coal dust is benign and even healthful for the lungs can be laughed at by all those who bring it up daily, and we can assure the good Mr. Endicott we will not be swayed by any efforts of him and his fellows to argue our arbitration down in the proceedings.
A coal famine in the winter is an ugly thing. Send your protests to the once-progressive Mr. Bartholomew Endicott, for it is he who has taken the warmth from your children's shivering bodies.
Workers, strike! Nine hours our day or we shall all freeze together!
(Thus follows a very unkind and shoddy caricature of a swollen Mr. B. Endicott eating from boxes marked WORKERS and FAIR PROCEEDINGS with no small enjoyment, with the caption underneath reading: "AN ENDICOTT STOCKING UP FOR THE COLD TIMES")