Some day the workers will take possession of your city hall, and when we do, no child will be sacrificed on the altar of profit!

I will tell the truth wherever I please.

I am Mother Jones. The Government can't take my life and you can't take my arm, but you can take my suitcase.

You ought to be out raising hell. This is the fighting age. Put on your fighting clothes.

Freedom for the working class!

Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.

Sometimes it seemed to me I could not look at those silent little figures; that I must go north, to the grim coal fields, to the Rocky Mountain camps, where the labor fight is at least fought by grown men