went through that a copy of it did not go to the "Appeal."
It would print great broadsides during the campaign; one
copy that came to Jurgis was a manifesto addressed to
striking working-men, of which nearly a million copies had
been distributed in the industrial centers, wherever the
employers' associations had been carrying out their "open
shop" program. "You have lost the strike!" it was
headed. "And now what are you going to do about it?"
It was what is called an "incendiary" appeal, -- it was
written by a man into whose soul the iron had entered.
When this edition appeared, twenty thousand copies were
sent to the stockyards district; and they were taken out
and stowed away in the rear of a little cigar-store, and
every evening, and on Sundays, the members of the Pack~
ingtown locals would get armfuls and distribute them on
the streets and in the houses. The people of Packing~
town had lost their strike, if ever a people had, and so
they read these papers gladly, and twenty thousand were
hardly enough to go round. Jurgis had resolved not to
go near his old home again, but when he heard of this it
was too much for him, and every night for a week he
would get on the car and ride out to the stockyards, and
help to undo his work of the previous year, when he had
sent Mike Scully's ten-pin setter to the city Board of
Aldermen.

It was quite marvelous to see what a difference twelve
months had made in Packingtown -- the eyes of the people
were getting opened! The Socialists were literally sweep~
ing everything before them that election, and Scully and
the Cook County machine were at their wits' end for an
"issue." At the very close of the campaign they be~
thought themselves of the fact that the strike had been
broken by Negroes, and so they sent for a South Carolina
fire-eater, the "pitchfork senator," as he was called, a
man who took off his coat when he talked to working-men,
and damned and swore like a Hessian. This meeting they
advertised extensively, and the Socialists advertised it too
-- with the result that about a thousand of them were
on hand that evening. The "pitchfork senator" stood

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