On the common in Lawrence, Mass., a skinny Yankee youngster in knee pants worked his way eellike through an agitated mob to the foot of the bandstand. He looked up at a one-eyed giant who slashed at the air with great fists, roared like the Bull of Bashan: "Only by one big union of the working class and mass action can we hope for the final victory ... I would smash the ballot box with an ax!"
The giant was Big Bill Haywood, leader of the Wobblies, who had come to take over—and...
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