Milk and Meat.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 26, 1 September 1911, Page 3

Milk and Meat.

Ordinary riches can bo stolen from a mail; real riches canriot. —Oscar Wilde,

In order to make people good it is necessary to make them happy.

Plutocracy dreads a revolution worse than an epidemic.

To prevent the oncoming revolution it is necessary that capitalism use force and terrorism to crush the people.

An awakened people, intelligently alive to their own affairs, is a menace to robbery and oppression in every form. Hence the- need of propaganda and agitation.

■* • ■ * * It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere. —Voltaire . * * #

If you want to see the world freed from all that is mean and sordid, keep agitating. * ■ * *

The one big union idea aims at bettering the conditions of a class I—not1—not of a craft.

"Thick as thieves" is a common expression. Notice how the capitalists hang together.

The General. Strike, when intelligently used, will be far more effective than ballots —or bullets.

- Notice how'the words' "law aiid order"' were used whenever troops were called out to blow out the brains of British strikers . •= * X ■ .

When we become industrially organised, capitalistic' "law and order" won't be'-worth-a damn. * * #

More has been gained by the work-ing-class through "direct action" tha.n was ever gained by cringing'to plutocratic arbitration court judges or "smooiging" for votes:

Striking at the ballot box is not in it with a strike upon the lines of industry, amd the working-class is beginning to realise this fact.

If those unfortunate wage-slaves who !iave - become bogged in the swamp of capitalism only got to work, they coiuld change it into a smiling field.

The public school—kept free from clerical influence —is the greatest factor in the glorious unrest of the work-ing-class.

You are nob living in a democratic age if. you are denied a voice in, the carrying on of the industry in which you are engaged.

"The law is absurd. We will not obey it." That is the substance of the ultimatum issued by the Standard Oil Company and Singer Sewing Machine Company concerning the mew employers' liability Act in New Jersey, U.S.A..'

The person who tells you he is a Socialist to a certain, extent knows little, of Socialism. ■ * . ■# *

Get the fighting spirit inculcated into your system. Don't bo a coward all your life.

To be an effective fighting machine you want to Iras tie your union into the- N.Z.F.L. • '

Trades Councils' methods are as dead as Abel. The N.Z.F.L. has the methods which count. ■ * >:'. * * *

"Praise the Lord! ■ I have found religion," exclaimed "the new convert.

"Is that so?" said the scoffer. ''Where did you find it? I didn't know it was lost."

Wealth has become- the only social power. Things cannot forever go on in this way. White men won't stand it. --Victor Berger.

*- ■ ■ '...■■■..*>'■..'■ - * \ ■>-..- How about grabbing a few subs, for "The Worker?" •

■». • « * ■ .. Landlords and profitmpngers are; no more a necessary part of the body politic than, are wens, tumours, and ulcers necessary parts of the natural human body. They have no more legitimate right to obtrude themselves on society than a wolf or a tiger has to join and make one of a Christmas party. —Bro<nterre O'Brien.

May Irwin is credited with this oaie

A small boy stood in front of the bakery gazing wistfully at the array of tarts displayed in the window. Ho had pretty golden curls and an innocent faoe that appealed to the pass-ers-by. "Would you like one of those tarts?", a&ked an old lady who approached. "Would I .like-ONE of them damned tarts?" was the reply. "Hell! Would I like FORTY of 'em?"

"Hope."

Pat bet Mike lie could carry a hod of bricks to the top of a 50ft. building with Mike sitting 611 the hod. When near the top Pat made a misstep and nearly dropped Mike to the Street. Arriving at the top, Pat said: "Begorra, I've won the bet." "Yer have/ , said Mike, "but whin ye slipped I thought I had ye."

No man has ever made a great speech upon a. mean subject.—Eugene Debs.

Unless, a clergyman understands the baisis of our society lie is not qualified to give tips to "the young.

Fellow working-man, wo need you,

Join the party

Would you make the tyrants heed you ?

Join the party. Scattered votes can never win, Futile yours have ever been, Here's your pairty —come, got in.

Join the party. —Appeal to Reason.

"Has be a good case?"

"He is standing on his constitutional rights." . .

"But the other follow has the smartest lawyer."

"Sh! Don't say a word about it. Hβ takes the judge's mother-in-law automobile riding every Saturday night."—"Coming Nation."

Snobbery clings to the Anglo-Saxon blood like some kind of ineradicable taint. You can't get it out. The real democrats of tihe world have''seldom, been of Anglo-Saxon derivation, and almost ''never of English birth. They have been Frenchmen like Rosseau, Danton," Oarnot, and Victor Hugo; or Italians like Mazzini. —Charles Edward Russell. WAR—WHY? Give mc a gun,. That I may blaze away At him whom I ne'er met before this day;Yea, c'en at him whose face I scarce can see, ~ " ■- ' ■ He, afar off, a thousand yards from t mc.. Mad work? Yes, 'tis for both of us poor fools, . For mc and him, both of us merely tools. Give him a gun, That he may fire at mc If chance he gets. For that —let Fate decree ; » He's but a blot, a dot upon earth's crust, But now, 'tis I or he must bite the dust.

Quarrel ? Not mc; ne'er met the man before ; We're simply fools and tools,' I say once more.

Arm both of tis, That each may shoot at each. At horne—his home and mine—the

parsons preach All men are brothers. That I don't deny; But if 'tis so, then I would ask you why We should be faced, now, strango friend and mc, Having no quarrel? 'Cause 'tis foola we be. Give mo my sight! That's right! Mate, give mc thy hand! At last we understand, Guns, bayonets, swords", -cannon, and all hell's tools, These no men need when human reason rale-s, . Thy home is thine, sacred thy fatherland, ■ Mine doubly safe, while true to Right we stand, Hell's agents only—Vice, Ambition, Greed — ,- Thy friends and mine; from these we'll now be freed!— "Labor Leader."