has been appointed chief clerk in the general office of the Madison Gas & Electric Co.

The following who were delegates at the Boston convention in 1912 will again represent their respective lodges at the coming convention next August: Harry Hines, Worcester, Mass.; A. L. Pateman, Albany 87; John Hunt, Mechanicsville, N. Y.; Wm. Bright, New York City, 70; Wade Shurtleff, Cleveland, 47; Harrison Brown, Troy, 72; Frank O'Connor, Boston, 117.

John Irwin, one of the old pioneers who fought the early battles with Fisher, Manlove and Al K. Hall in and around Kansas City, will represent Kansas City No. 4. Those who were present at the big Toledo meeting back in 1908 surely must remember John.

Chas. Seivers, another pioneer who has not been seen around conventions since 1908, will represent Kankakee, Ill., at the next big meeting. Toledo No. 7 will be represented by Brother Jce Mead, another early worker and a former member of the Grand Executive Board.

REWARD OF PERSISTENCY.

Inch by inch the labor movement has advanced from the depths of disgraceful working conditions, until today, with head well above the level of the surface, it fearlessly demands justice for the toiler without heed to the prestige, power, or influence of the oppressor.

In the struggle for better things the movement has met with setbacks because of the hurtful things inherent in it, because of its weaknesses and its failure to profit as much as might be by its experience, but a glance backward along the years reveals the cure of many evils and the path of the greedy exploiter of labor strewn with impediments to such an extent that the voice of the toiler now rings above the din of industry in distinct calls for fair play that are respectfully

listened to by those occupying the chairs of influence and power, industrial, commercial and governmental. The demands for better things are listened to because the organized worker has demonstrated that his aspirations and his longings must be satisfied or industry will languish through lack of the application of his skilled hands. He has made it plain to all that nothing short of justice will appease his craving for a chance to live in a world of abundance, in a state of frugal comfort commensurate with the service he renders society. He has during the years agone left the stamp of his power for compelling heed to his requests for a fair share of the good things of life upon every line of productive activity in the civilized world, and this solely because he has had the good sense to act in concert with his fellow workers, and with them mutually make individual sacrifices in the interest of the mass.

The road over which the hosts of toil have marched through the tiresome years has not been one pleasantly shaded or smoothly paved to encourage them, yet there has been only an occasional laggard fainthearted enough to quit because of the strenuous pace and the tremendous distance separating them from the desired goal. Fortunately for the unnumbered millions who occupy humble stations in the army of toil, those who step to the fore from their ranks and beckon them onward in the struggle are usually as tireless as the tide and as courageous as the lion. Only such men can stand up under the pressure of such a ceaseless and furious contest. Only men with iron wills, steel nerves and true-beating hearts are capable of bearing such burdens, but the toiler has found in his ranks an abundant supply of just such men, and as a direct consequence the progress of the labor movement has been so great as to astound and paralyze its opponents.-The Labor Clarion.

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NOT A BAD EXCUSE.

Sometime ago a hobo called at a suburban home for food and was promised a good dinner if he would assist in cleaning up the lawn. Being hungry, the hobo acquiesced, and was put to work carting soil in a wheelbarrow.

"Say," remarked the gardener, smilingly, after watching Willie get away with two or three loads, "do you always juggle a wheelbarrow like that?"

"Surest thing on earth," answered the hobo. "Anything the matter with my performance?"

"You are not hooked up right," returned the gardener. "You ought to push a wheelbarrow and not pull it."

"I know," admitted the tramp, with a long-drawn sigh, "but I can't stand the sight of the cussed thing."-Philadelphia Telegraph.

MOTIVES AND MOTIVES.

A school teacher recently gave his pupils a lecture on patriotism. He pointed out the high motives which moved the territorials to leave their homes and fight for their country.

The school teacher noticed that one boy did not pay attention to the instruction, and as a test question he asked him:

"What motives took the territorials to the war?"

The boy was puzzled for a moment; then, remembering the public "send-off" to the local regiment at the railway station, he replied:

"Locomotives, sir."-London Tit-Bits.

BREAKING THE RECORDS.

Mrs. Casey was proud of her strong, muscular son, and still more proud of him when he went into a gymnasium and made himself locally famous.

Then one day a rumor reached her ears which she didn't like, and when Michael came home that night, she proceeded to take him to task.

"Look here, Mike Casey, what's this I'm

hearing about yer doin's at the gymnasium? Don't ye know it's poor we are, an' havin' no money to pay fer yer destructive carryin' on?"

"Why, what do ye mean, mither?" asked the astonished Mike.

"Ain't they sayin' all over town that ye have broke two of the best records down there?" she howled.-National Food Magazine.

CATCHING UP.

The war was being discussed from all angles at the regular Saturday night meeting of the Possum Colored Gentlemen's Social Club.

"Yas, suh!" announced Pomp Dawson, with a wise look in his rolling eyes. "Dem Guhmans has got guns dat'll shoot, an' shoot tuh kill at twenty-fi' miles."

"Huh?" asked Brother Jackson, cocking his head.

"Yas, suh!" went on Pomp. "Dey not on'y shoot twenty-fi' miles, but dey kill at twenty-fi' miles."

"Nig"Great Lawzy!" gasped Jackson. ger'd run all day an' git killed 'bout supper-time, wouldn't he?"

AN EFFICIENCY ITEM.

An efficiency engineer was talking about presence of mind.

"For presence of mind," he said, "nobody can equal Jones. His next-door neighbor said to him one morning:

""Smith's cow got in my garden yesterday and ate a lot of grass and flowers.'

"Yes,' said Jones. 'It got into my garden, too. I milked it to the value of the damage done and then drove it out." "-Ex.

THAT SINFUL PRINTER. Unobserved and unannounced the president of a church society entered the composing room just in time to hear these words issue from the mouth of the boss printer:

"Bill, go to the devil and tell him to finish that 'murder' he began this morning.