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  Many a man has a home to keep same as yourself, Old Fat. Mothers, sisters, sweethearts, wives, children, too, galore, Stand behind the men to win this bread and butter war.

"Such a lot of devils," that's what the papers say— "They've gone on strike for shorter hours and some increase in pay. They left the camps, the lazy tramps, they all walked out as one; They say they'll win the strike or put the bosses on the bum."

 JOE HILL'S LAST WILL

(Written in his cell, November 18, 1915, on the eve of his execution) My will is easy to decide, For there is nothing to divide. My kin don't need to fuss and moan— "Moss does not cling to a rolling stone." My body? Ah, If I could choose, I would to ashes it reduce, And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow. Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again. This is my last and final will. Good luck to all of you, JOE HILL.  60