The little feller with the beady eyes an' the pock-marks, he didn't say much.

He's Austrian an' not long in this country.

The big stiff--Glidden, he called himself--must be some shucks in thet I.W.W.He looked an' talked oily at first--very persuadin'; but when I says I wasn't goin' to join no union he got sassy an' bossy.

They made me sore, so I told him to go to hell.

Then he said the I.W.W.would run the whole Northwest this summer--wheat-fields, lumberin', fruit-harvestin', railroadin'-- the whole kaboodle, an' thet any workman who wouldn't join would git his, all right." "Well, Jerry, what do you think about this organization ?" queried Kurt, anxiously.
"Not much.