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Show COAL STRIKE ,;ON APRIL 1 On April 1, Hip coal miners of the I United States who art- unionized, num ibenng 600.000 men. are to quit work (This is the decision of the heads of the miners" organization and. no doiibt; will be obeyed. Coming at this critical period in unemployment, when hope of recovery from the adverse Influences which have been operating, was being (level oped, there is fear that the strike will prove depressing and do much to hold back the country, although there is reason to believe the conflict will b of short duration, as the mine operal r6 have accumulated and distributed a large surplus of coal and are in a position quite independent of the miners, min-ers, while, on the other hand, the workers are none too well foriitied with resources to ward off the forces of penury and want In ihis district, the railroads have thousands of tons of coal in reserve and dealers are locked up in ant id pation of a strike. A three months deadlock between operators and mln era would have no perceptible effect on industry, as the coal now available will carry the UBers even beyond that period. If the coal operators are successful, success-ful, there should be a heavy drop In the price of fuel, as it has been the contention of the coal men that the high cost has been due almost entirel) to the demand- oi h:bor With labor costs reduced aud then railroad ratt B readjusted, Ogden and all this territory should get back (o pre war prices. gerton Braleys vi ) Daily Poem iiii wlreli - ' in nitoT of tlio Xor-ivcsiaii Xor-ivcsiaii steemci Crvuiofl scn( ",lt hi : 1 1 fc-r ii Id r'OUClied In humorous -iiiiu until iii- -hli niiL news Item. No solemn lariKiiage gues for him, This l,lrd who tapped his koy And sally, wnli hotrful vim, Faced death upon the sea: 1 Nor let his slangy wit grow dim I Till he had ceased to be. I would not celebrate his deed in phrases fine and high, i For Bhould his spirit lamp the Hcreed . Ho'd wink a ghostly eye. But this I'll say for all s ho re.n j He was a nervy guy ! I Some boy' Ho made the ether throb I With many ji japo and wheezo ' While sticking to his wireless Job In ugly, smashing seas i So I sing not with lines that sob But lth jazz-lines like these. I write the argot that he spoke And flashed aeross the air, I Before It came his time to croak, , Fearless and free of rare, A nervy, peppy, jazzy Idoke j Vea, bo. that boy was there' |