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Show THIS BUSINESS & 6& SUSAN THAYER J HU I A NEW KIND OF SLAVERY ain't American to try to rule over people like that." "But they've been telling the coal miners they couldn't work." "I know; ... I know," said Miss Milly, "and it ain't freedom, either. Didn't we fight a war once to free all the black folks who had to work the way somebody told them?" "Yes. We did. But this is different, differ-ent, of course. These miners are free. Nobody makes them work." "But if somebody makes them stay home when they want to work, ain't it pretty much the same thing?" She bent over to wring out the mop. "No, Sifsan," (she'd called me that since I was in my cradle) "it ain't freedom and it ain't American Am-erican for somebody way up in the world to tell people like me when we can and when we can't work. We got rights the same as they have and if we could get rid of one kind of slavery a long time ago, looks to me as if we ought to be able to get rid of this kind now. Anyhow, I'm comin' to help you on Thursday as long as you want me and the sooner other workers feel the same way about their work the better, I'd say!" It was Thursday afternoon and Miss Milly, who cleans for almost everybody in town, was just finishing fin-ishing up in my kitchen. I hoped I'd find her there when I got home from the club meeting where we'd been talking about the coal strike. I always like to talk to Miss Milly. She comes from an old, substantial family and, 'though she has had a hard life, there is a wealth of wisdom wis-dom in her philosophy as well as pride in her work. Today I wanted want-ed especially to hear what she had to say on the disturbing problem we had discussed. She had just finished mopping the kitchen floor and had stopped for a moment to admire her work when I opened the door. "It looks nice, Miss Milly," I remarked. "Don't it, though. But then, this is mighty rewardin' linoleum. A little work, and it comes out as bright and fresh as it was when it was new." "When you do the mopping," I reminded her. " 'Course I always try to do good work. I wouldn't be much satisfaction satisfac-tion to work like I do if I didn't know it was good. Money ain't everything, you know." And then I brought up the subject sub-ject of strikes. "How would you like it, Miss Milly, if some day when you were ready to start out to work here, some one came along and told you no . . . you couldn't come . . . that you mustn't work any more for me until I promised to pay you more money or only to hire certain cer-tain people for other jobs we have?" "Me that's worked for you ever since you was married and for your mother before you? I'd like to see some one tell me I couldn't work here if I wanted to!" She shook her head firmly. "It |