They were good soldiers, them Eyetalians and Poles and Syrians, they fought with us to the end." I shall not soon forget the intensely dramatic but perfectly simple way in which he told me how he came, as he said, "to see the true light." Holding up his maimed right hand (that trembled a little), he pointed one finger upward.
"I seen the big hand in the sky," he said, "I seen it as clear as daylight." He said he saw at last what Socialism meant.

One day he went home from a strikers' meeting--one of the last, for the men were worn out with their long struggle.

It was a bitter cold day, and he was completely discouraged.

When he reached his own street he saw a pile of household goods on the sidewalk in front of his home.

He saw his wife there wringing her hands and crying.