You have nothing that the humblest worker has not a right to have also.
We have tried you good people of the public and we have found you wanting.
I would be a traitor to these poor burned bodies if I came here to talk good fellowship.
So we must stand together to resist, for we will get what we can take - just that and no more.
We have women working in the foundries, stripped to the waist, if you please, because of the heat.
The old Inquisition had its rack and its thumbscrews and its instruments of torture with iron teeth.
The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too. Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.
The life of men and women is so cheap and property is so sacred. There are so many of us for one job it matters little if 146 of us are burned to death.
Then came a big strike. About 100 girls went out. The result was a victory, which netted us - I mean the girls - $2 increase in our wages on the average.
We have tried you citizens; we are trying you now, and you have a couple of dollars for the sorrowing mothers, brothers and sisters by way of a charity gift.