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I MEET THE INDUSTRIAL CAPTAINS.
Elwood, Indiana, was a small village that had been called Duck Creek Post-Office until the tin mill and other industries began making it into a city.

In my capacity as president of the local union and head of the wage mill committee, I was put in personal contact with the heads of these great industrial enterprises.

This was my first introduction to men of large affairs.
I approached them with the inborn thought that they must be some sort of human monsters.

The communist books that Comrade Bannerman had given me taught me to believe that capitalists had no human feelings like ordinary mortals.