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〃I don't believe we've looked at both sides of the case。 I don't believe the boys really want this strike。 The demand for it originated outside our ranks。 Who started it？ Wasn't it started by fellows who want us to get our pay quicker so they can get it quicker？ They're the ones that worked up this strike。 They tell us that the bosses are robbing us because they hold our pay till the end of the month。 They say we ought to have it in the bank。 They know we wouldn't put it in the bank。 You know we wouldn't put it in the bank。 We don't want to put it in the bank； and you bet your boots they don't want us to put it in the bank。 They're liars when they say they're boosting for the banks。 They're boosting for their own pockets。
〃But we've really got our money in a bankor what's good as a bank。 The mill keeps our money for us just the way a bank would。 No bank in town pays interest on checking accounts； you know that。 Then why take our money out of the mill office and put it in a bank？ It's just as safe in the mill office。 And you've got the right to draw on it if you really need money in the middle of the month。 Only in case of death or accident does a man need money in the middle of the month。 And he can go to the pay window and get it when he needs it。 The doctor doesn't send his bill till the end of the month。 The landlord doesn't collect the rent till the end of the month。 The grocer and butcher let you run a bill till the end of the month。 Some of us are really better off getting our pay at the end of the month。 For it's all there for us and we can pay our bills promptly and hold up our heads as men。 If we didn't leave our money in the office until the end of the month； we might blow it in at a bar； and when the wife wanted money to pay the rent and food bill we would have to tell her we were broke and she would have to hang her head。 When the landlord and butcher came for the money she would have to try to stand them off。 Do we want to let the rent go unpaid until the landlord cusses us out？ Is that what we are striking for？ If the landlord and butcher are willing to wait till we draw our pay； we ought to be willing too。 Isn't it better to wait a month for pay than to wait a year？ I'm right here to tell you that after this strike we'll wait for our pay until hell freezes over and the devil goes skating。
〃Let us make no mistake。 We are calling this strike not of our own free will； but were shoved into it by a lot of slick talkers that are in business and are not workers。 They have hoodwinked us。 They have made fools of us。 A speaker asked are we mice or men。 I ask them are they rats or men。 I want these rats to come out of their holes and stand upon this floor。 Who was the first man that suggested this strike？ I want to see the color of his hair。 Stand up； if he's in the hall。 If he isn't here； why isn't he？〃
No one answered。
〃If this strike was called by outsiders；〃 I cried； 〃why don't the outsiders do the striking？ Whose jobs will be lost in this strikeour jobs or the outsiders' jobs？ If the man who started this strike has a job that won't be lost in the strike； then I claim that we have made a bad mistake。 And if we're making a mistake； men； what are we going to do about it？〃
I sat down； exhausted by the first attempt at public pleading I had ever made。 Everything grew dark about me； and I knew that I had done my best and that I was through。 I was quite young； and I went to pieces like an untrained runner who had overdone himself。
The men were talking to one another； and somebody moved that the meeting take a recess until after supper。 It would give time to think it over and find out what the men really thought about the strike proposition。
CHAPTER XXXII
LOGIC WINS IN THE STRETCH
At seven o'clock we met again and several men made short talks opposing the strike。 Each fellow； when he got up； seemed to have a lot of ideas； but when he tried to express them he grew confused； and after stammering a while he could only put forth the bare opinion； 〃I don't think we ought to strike。〃 This meeting was quite different from the other one。 Here every man was thinking for himself but nobody could say anything。 In the previous meeting the speakers had talked passionately； and the rest had been swept along with them as a unit。 In other words； the first session had become group…minded instead of individual… minded。 It is like the difference between a stampede and a deliberative body。 The second meeting was calmly deliberative and it finally voted a reconsideration； and the strike resolution was overwhelmingly defeated。
If this were a novel； it would be fine to record in this chapter that the young orator who at the last moment turned the tide and saved the day became the hero of the union and was unanimously elected president。 That's the way these things go in fiction。 And that is exactly what happened。 In due time I found myself at the head of the Local； and nearly every man had voted for me。 I started negotiations for more frequent paydays； and a few months later we were being paid on the first and fifteenth of the month。 Life is indeed dramatic；at least it has seemed so to me。 Some men say that life has no meaning； that men are the playthings of blind forces that crush them； and there is no answer to the riddle。 This is nonsense。 I admit that we are in the grip of blind forces。 But we are not blind。 We can not change those forces。 If we fight against them they will crush us。 But by going with them； guiding our careers along their courses； they will bear us to the port we're steering for。
The mob spirit in man is one of those blind forces that so often lead to shipwreck。 The mob…mind differs from the mind of reason。 To tell them apart is like distinguishing mushrooms from toadstools。 They look alike； but one means health and the other is poison。 Life has taught me the difference between a movement and a mob。 A movement is guided by logic； law and personal responsibility。 A mob is guided by passion and denies responsibility。
I have seen meetings turned into mobs and mobs dissolved again into meetings。 Swept by passion we willed a strike。 That strike would have been just； and； yet； it would have ruined us。 We were like a mob in which every man forgets his own responsibility； The mob mind would have rushed us to our own ruin。 My speech called for individuals to stand up。 That set each individual thinking： 〃If I stand up； that crazy guy will smash me。〃 Each man became responsible again。 The mob was gone； and all we had was individual men； each thinking for himself。 That thinking then went on and each man reached a verdict based on logic； sense and duty。 The meeting could no longer speak with one voice。 It couldn't talk at all。 It stammered。 The action showed that each mind stood apart； alone。 And yet the vote revealed that they were all together。
I have watched the long struggle of unionism in America and I know the law that has governed all its ups and downs。 Wherever it was still a movement it has thrived； wherever it became a mob it fell。 The one Big Union was a mob。 No movement based on passion finally wins； no movement based on reason finally fails。 Why then say life is a riddle and man helples