You have heaped treasure together for the last days.
Behold the hire of the laborers, who have reaped your fields; you
have kept it back by fraud, and the cries of the reapers have
entered into the ears of the Lord! You have lived in pleasure on the
earth, and been wanton; you have nourished your hearts, as in a day
of slaughter. You have condemned and killed the just--"
At this point in the tirade, my old friend the ex-centre-rush, who
was standing in the wings with me, turned and whispered: "For God's
sake, Billy, what kind of a Goddamn Bolshevik stunt is this,
anyhow?"
I answered: "Hush, you dub! He's quoting from the Bible!"
XXXIV
President Brown of the Western City Labor Council arose to perform
his next duty as chairman. Said he:
"The next speaker is a stranger to most of you, and he is also a
stranger to me. I do not know what his doctrine is, and I assume no
responsibility for it. But he is a man who has proven his friendship
for labor, not by words, but by very unusual deeds.
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