My Address Is Like My Shoes. It

Slowly Those Who Create The Wealth Of The World Are Permitted To Share It. The Future Is In Labor's Strong, Rough Hands.

I Nursed Men Back To Sanity Who Were Driven To Despair. I Solicited Clothes For The Ragged Children, For The Desperate Mothers. I Laid Out The Dead, The Martyrs Of The Strike.

Sit Down And Read. Educate Yourself For The Coming Conflicts.

I Have Never Had A Vote, And I Have Raised Hell All Over This Country. You Don't Need A Vote To Raise Hell! You Need Convictions And A Voice!

My Friends, It Is Solidarity Of Labor We Want. We Do Not Want To Find Fault With Each Other, But To Solidify Our Forces And Say To Each Other: We Must Be Together; Our Masters Are Joined Together And We Must Do The Same Thing.