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And then that farmer said, "You turk! I bet you are an I-Won't Work." He paid me off right there, By Gum! So I went home and told my chum; Next day when threshing did commence, my chum was Johnny on the fence; And 'pon my word, that awkward kid, he dropped his pitchfork like I did.

But still that rube was pretty wise, these things did open up his eyes. He said, "There must be something wrong; I think I work my men too long." He cut the hours and raised the pay, gave ham and eggs for every day, Now gets his men from union hall and has no "accidents" at all.

Education is ammunition. Organisation the weapon. Aim true and keep your powder dry.