Injustice Boils In Men's Hearts

Your Ancestors Fought For You To Have A Share In That Institution Over There. It's Yours. See The School Board, And Every Friday Night Hold Your Meetings There. Have Your Wives Clean It Up Saturday Morning For The Children To Enter Monday. Your Organization Is Not A Praying Institution. It's A Fighting Institution. It's An Educational Institution Along Industrial Lines. Pray For The Dead And Fight Like Hell For The Living!

Not All The Coal That Is Dug Warms The World.

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.

The Employment Of Children Is Doing More To Fill Prisons, Insane Asylums, Almshouses, Reformatories, Slums, And Gin Shops Than All The Efforts Of Reformers Are Doing To Improve Society.

But In Shimabukuro's Hands, As He Breaks Out Experimental Jazz, Lays Down A Steady Blues Train, Or Shreds On Rock Anthems, This Little Jumping Flea Becomes A Melodic Monster.