platform I saw the crowd in one part of the hall milling around. Some one was trying to pass out leaflets and an organizer was trying to stop him. I heard the organizer say, "No sir, that's all right but you can't do it here! What do you want to get us in for!"
The fellow who had the leaflets insisted on distributing them. I pushed my way over to where the disturbance was.
"Lad," said I, "let me see one of those leaflets."
"It's about Russia, Mother," said the organizer, and you know we can't have that!"
I took a leaflet. It asked the assistance of everyone in geting the government to lift the blockade against Russia, as hundreds of thousands of women and little children were starving for food, and thousands were dying for want of medicine and hospital necessities.
"What is the matter with these leaflets?" I asked the organizer.
"Nothing, Mother, only if we allow them to be distributed the story will go out that the strike is engineered from Moscow. We can't mix issues. I'm afraid to let these dodgers circulate."
"Women and children blockaded and starving! Men, women and children dying for lack of hospital necessities! This strike will not be won by turning a deaf ear to suffering where-
