Norwalk Chronicler

Norwalk weekly gazette, Friday, August 24, 1894 · page 7

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DAILY SERVICE BET‘VEEN

South Norwalk and New York.

 

FARE—Single, 40 Cents ; Excursion, 70 Cents.
LEAVES SOUTH NORWALK DAILY AT 7:30 4. M.
Leave Beekman street. 2.15 p. m; Saturdays, 2 p. m. Leave East 31st street 2.40 p. 221.: Satur-

days. 2:20 p. in.

THE PROPELLERS “CITY OF NOR WALK”AND “EAGLE ” leave Pier 23 E. R-
Beekman street. New York, at 5 p. m. Leave Norwalk 5 p. m.: South Norwalk 6.30 p. m. ’

Freight received from 7 a. m to 5

. m. Upon application to agents the City of Norwalk and

p o . .
Esgle will be sent for special lots of freight anywhere in New York or its v1cm1ty.

 

 

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'. . THE SOUTH NORWALK . .

Booimein PAPER. 00.

Washington Street Bridge,

WHOLESALE DEALERS IN

2auditioning,allBI‘amls. SidePlWelLallBranfls.

 

T State. Star. Victor. Cyclone. Nox-’em-all._Bozensize Sheathing Paper, Butchers,’
Bakletigl’etgioui‘ectioners’, Dry Goods, Hardware Wrapping Paper. Paper Bags, Twme and 1311;-

ter Dishes.

If you want a good Gravel, Sand or Tar lloof. give us a chance. Our roofs are warranted

for 10 years.

GEORGE R. REDMAN, Manager.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Superlative Flour.

 

 

T shunning

' 4HIS FLOUR has stood the test, and been at the
a head for the last twenty years.
“r more Bread and Better Bread than any other
Be sure and get the JONES SUPERLA—
TIVE FLOUR. All grocers have it.

Flour made.

It will make

 

WHOLESALE AGENTS:
THE HOLMES, KELLER &

SELLECK CO.

 

 

TOP “NOTGH.

 

Bisiness Coming Our
Way.

V Especially on
Ladies’ Ready-Made Suits.

 

Duck Suits are all the Rage.

 

Hundreds going out all the
Week.

 

Fashionable, Stylish and

Cheap.

 

 

 

The D. M. Read Company,

Bridgeport, Conn.

 

 

Tuxedo Serge Suits

Navy Blue and Black—all sizes. Noth-

ing better for Vacation use.

 

All Wool Serge Skirts for
$2.98.

 

The Tourist Cape!

. Have you seen it? Made of Cheviot
With Fancy Silk Lining.

 

China. Silk Negligee Gowns. Ladies’
White Lawn Dresses marked down to
close out.

Children’s Wash Dresses, Ginghams,
Chambray, Lawn, etc., Ladies’ House
"Wra ers, Challies, Lawn, Percal;
and alico.

Summer Weight Mackintoshes for La-
dies and Children.

 

 

 

i SETTLED A STRIKE.‘

 

It is not often that a strike terminates
as one did in a big manufacturing town in
North Carolina some years ago.

It was a very small strike compared
with the recent big railroad tie-up, but it
involved about 6,000 workmen—men, wo-
men and children—and was looked upon
as a monster in those days.

It happened in the days when the
Knights of Labor numbered nearly 2,000,-
000 and more than three-fourths of the
mill employes of the South were members
of the organization.

In the little city. which I will call Dur-
carville, there were nine large cotton and
tobacco factories. They comprised about
the only industries of the town, outside
of a few blacksmith shops, stores, one
printing office and a few minor concerns
that are to be found in any manufactur-
ing town.

In Durcarville the Knights of Labor
grew to air alarming extent. They would
meet in the town hall every Saturday
night, and it was stated at one time that
every man and woman employed in the

and were full fledged members.

Everything, however, moved along
peaceably until one day the weave hands
in the Eldora cotton pmill read a notice
posted on the wall to the effect that, be-
ginning on the first of the next month,
the company would be compelled to re-
duce the price of weaving from twenty-
eight to twenty—five cents per “bolt.”

The next morning there appeared on the
sidewalks and 0:: walls of many houses
some mysterious chaik marks.

The same night, about three o’clock, a
great stream of people could be seen going
toward the City Hall, and then the uninio
tiated began to speak of the chalk marks
and nod their heads knowingly.

All the next morning little knots of
workmen about the Eldora mill could be
seen evidently discussing the situation.

Before ten o’c10ck it was announced
that a committee of knights, composed of
Franklin Watson, the Eldora superinten-
dent, who, strange to say, was a leading
spirit among the knights, and two work-
men, would wait upon Julian Carson,
vice—president, and also president of the
biggest tobacco factory in town, to pro-
test against the proposed reduction.

Mr. Carson was a fair man and disposed
to settle the matter to the satisfaction of
all parties concerned, but on ’ second
thought he referred it all to General Man-
ager Cookshaw.

Superintendent \Vatson, as speaker for
the committee, told the general manager
that should the proposed reduction be
made a strike of the Eldora. employes
would follow, and advised against it.

“I’ll run this mill according to my own
ideas,” Cookshaw said, “and if at any
time our people become dissatisfied and
want to quit they can do so. There are
thousands of idle workmen who’d be only
too glad to fill their places.”

Before night another mysterious batch
of chalk marks appeared at different
places about town, and again that night a
packed meeting was held in the City Hall
behind barred doors. The next morning
at nine o’clock every man, woman and
child in the Eldora mill walked out.

The fight in a. few days began to wax

exceedingly warm, and a. report that all
the employes of the other mills would be
called out in sympathy created no little
excitement.
' The report was true, for in less than six
'hours from the time it had gained cur-
.rency not a wheel of machinery in Dur—'
carville was turning.

Everything was tied up tighter than a.
drum. Business was completely para-
lyzed—clogged.

In a few days there would be suffering
and starving among the people, for they
were all of the poor class and their sav—
ings did not amount to a great deal.

It would never do. The strike must be
settled.

The people of Durcarville were of a
ver religious temperament.

T ere was a great preacher in Durcar—
ville by the name of Lomanson—the Rev.
George Lomanson—and he was a power,
too. '

Brother Lomanson took a hand in the
strike.

Sunday he preached from the text, “The
laborer is worthy of his hire.”

The church was crowded, and after the
regular services the preacher announced
that the next morning, at ten o’clock,
there would be a mass meeting of the
people of Durcarville at the public
square, and he wanted-everybody to be
on hand.

It is needless to say that the entire
population turned out, because the strike
was then assuming serious proportions.

An improvised stand had been arranged
for the speakers, and just aminute or two
before ten o’clock Miss Birdie Edwardley,
a lovely little blonde of seventeen, who
was herself one of the strikers, employed
in the Eldora mill, was seen pushing her
way through the crowd that surrounded
the speaker’s stand. Reaching the steps,
she quickly ascended, and in a. moment
stood facing the vast multitude. Before
any one could realize what it all meant
her voice was heard in sweetest song:

All hail the power of Jesus’ name,
Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the to 'al diadem
And crown him 0rd of all. -

The great throng of strikers joined in
the singing, and the very hills and val-
leys about Durcarville reverberated and
echoed until the sun itself seemed to stop
and look curiously upon this strange
scene.

' Brother Lomanson, in the meantime,
was walking back and forth on the plat-
form, singing with his soul afire.

General Manager Cookshaw, who was
on the outskirts of the crowd, could stand
the scene no longer.

He gave a signal to Brother Lomanson
and instantly the singing ceased.

Then General Manager Cookshaw made
a. statement from the platform. In an-
other hour every factory in Durcarville
was running in full blast; the tall chim-
neys were belching forth the black smoke
of industry and the exhaust pipes emitted
the rythmatic song of working engines.

The strike had ended and all were
happy-

Just one year to the very day dfter'these
stirring scenes on the public square all
the people of Durcarville turned out to
witness the most, important wedding in
the history of the little city. Superin-
tendent \Vatson acted as best man and
Brother Lomanson officiated as usual,
and the bride, Miss Birdie Edwardley,
was the very picture of loveliness.

Mr. and Mrs. Cookshaw went on an ex-
tended bridal tour, and I’ve heard it said
that they are the happiest couple in North
Carolina.

And to this day the people of Durcar-
ville tell of 'the great strike, which for
uniqueness and its happy termination has

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1. Dear lit- tle moth - er of Pov- er -ty Row,
2. Bagged and torn are the garments you wear,

Rocking your mother ’ mid sor - row and toil, ......
Making you squalid from head un - to feet, ......

VVhence is the beauty no sin can as - sail.

Whence is the light that transfigure you so?
Still I must paint you as ten-der -ly sweet.

Still I must own you are woman-1y fair,

Tit.

I who am for -tu-nate buoyant and strong,

Now .I must look at you there by the door,
Great in all hon-or and good may he grew»;

Now hear my pray’r for your begg. r-born-boy,

 

Copyright, 1894, by The New York Musical Echo Co.

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Lulling your babe with a lul-la -by song.

You who are hun - ted and wretchedly poor, ‘
Brave lit-tle mother of Pov-er-ty Row.

Bring to you Sol - ace and glo -ry and joy,

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- De lit - tle moth - er of Pov - er - ‘ty Lane,

that bloomed in your cheek, Blight - ed I fear

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so cru - el and wom-an- so weak.
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cep - tion and pain, Men are

 

 

 

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