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Updated: October 7, 2025
The supreme, incredible, pitiful tragedy of it all was this: That these workmen committed themselves to the plans of Jake Vodell in the name of their country's workmen. Helen Ward knew that she could not put off much longer giving McIver a definite answer.
The question was, How could American industries be protected against both the imperialistic employer and the imperialistic employee? The answer was, By the united strength of the loyal American employers and employees, openly arrayed against the teachings and leadership of Jake Vodell, on the one hand, and equally against all such principles and actions as had been proposed by Mr.
If I had my way I'd hold them to their jobs at the muzzle of a machine gun. McIver has the right idea. He is getting himself in shape right now for the biggest fight with labor that he has ever had. Everybody knows that agitator Jake Vodell is here to make trouble. The laboring classes have had a long spell of good times now and they're ripe for anything.
Without government which means law and the enforcement of law organization of any kind is impossible." "There will have to be organization, certainly," answered Vodell. "Then, there will be leaders, directors, managers with authority to whom the people must surrender themselves as individuals," said the Interpreter, quietly. "An organization without leadership is impossible."
You know that he was just as much against employers like McIver as he was against men like this agitator who is leading you into this trouble here to-night. Jake Vodell has made you believe that my boy was killed by the employer class. But I tell you men that Charlie had no better friend in the world than his employer, John Ward.
On the opposite side of the table, silent Billy was engaged with something that had to do with the manufacturing interests of their strange partnership. When Jake Vodell reached the landing at the top of the stairway, he stopped to look about the place with curious, alert interest, noting with quick glances every object in the immediate vicinity of the hut, as if fixing them in his mind.
The Interpreter's manner was in no way aggressive when he broke the silence. There was, indeed, in his deep voice an undertone of sorrow, and yet he spoke as with authority. "You were driven here to-night by your fear, Adam Ward. You recognize the menace to this community and to our nation in the influence and teaching of men like Jake Vodell.
"Oh-ho, you are Sam Whaley's kids, heh?" "Uh-huh," returned Bobby. "An' I know who yer are, too." "So?" said the man. "Uh-huh, yer Jake Vodell, the feller what's a-goin' to make all the big bugs hunt their holes, and give us poor folks a chance. Gee, but I'd like to be you!" The man showed his strong white teeth in a pleased smile. "You are all right, kid," he returned.
The storm broke at McIver's factory. It was as Jake Vodell had told the Interpreter it would be "easy to find a grievance." McIver declared that before he would yield to the demands of his workmen, his factory should stand idle until the buildings rotted to the ground. The agitator answered that before his men would yield they would make Millsburgh as a city of the dead.
Presently from the direction of the strike headquarters came another company with Jake Vodell himself in their midst. These had assembled at the strike headquarters. Without pausing they swept on down the street toward the Mill, taking with them the crowd that was waiting at the old store.
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