We want to hear from him." When Anderson rose to reply it was seen that he was pale and somber.
Slowly he gazed at the assembly of waiting men, bowed; then he began, impressively: "Gentlemen an' friends, I wish I didn't have to throw a bomb into this here camp-fire talk.

But I've got to.

You're all talkin' I.W.W.
Facts have been told showin' a strange an' sudden growth of this here four-flush labor union.

We've had dealin's with them for several years.

But this year it's different....