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THE PUDDLER HAS A VISION.
That caravan of railroad cars bearing the happy lodge members to their meeting in the Rockies, had started a train of thought that went winding through my mind ever after.

In fancy I saw the envious Bannerman shaking his fist at his thriftier, happier brothers.

Should I denounce the banding together of men for the promotion of fun and good fellowship?
Were these men hastening the downfall of America as the communist predicted?
Is not good fellowship a necessary feeling in the hearts of civilized men?
Love of comrades had always been a ruling passion with me.

I joined my union as soon as I had learned my trade, the Amalgamated Association of Iron, Steel and Tin Workers of North America.