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Hellraisers Journal – Tuesday February 12, 1901
Mother Jones News Round-Up for January 1901, Part II
Found Speaking in Indianapolis at Mine Workers’ Convention
From The Indianapolis Journal of January 26, 1901:
“Mother” Jones Heard
At the opening of the afternoon session [January 25th, United Mine Workers Convention], Henry J. Skifington [Skeffington], of the Boot and Shoe Makers’ Union, addressed the convention and urged the delegates to buy none but union made shoes. Following his address, “Mother” Jones spoke. The work of Mrs. Jones among the miners is known to every miner in the country and her appearance was the signal for loud and prolonged applause. She addressed the delegates as “fellow-toilers.” She said the miners had wisely chosen the month of January for holding their convention, as it is the intermediate month between the closing of the year and the opening of spring. It was appropriate, she said, to use this opportunity to look behind and to the front.
The review of experiences of the past should be applied to preparations for the future, and the work of the miners should not be entirely for the present, but foundation should be laid for coming generations. Her pointed and witty expressions caused many outbursts of laughter and her ability to appeal to the deeper feelings was equally as effective with the delegates. When “Mother” Jones wished to say something she said it and spared none, but even members of the organization to whom she said: “if the shoe fits you must wear it.” Mrs. Jones is a Socialist and an ardent admirer of Eugene V. Debs, and she could not refrain from paying a tribute to both.
PATRICK DOLAN’S REMARKS.
At the close of her speech Patrick Dolan, of Pennsylvania, sought the floor to take objections to what Mrs. Jones had said about Debs. He said while he had the highest respect for “Mother” Jones, he did not think Debs was the only man who ever did anything for labor. So slow was he in making his point that many delegates arose to a point of order and tried to have him seated, but President Mitchell was lenient and gave him further time to express himself. The convention became noisy in an attempt to force him to his seat, but it was some time before it could be accomplished……
By vote an invitation was extended to Eugene V. Debs to address the miners while in session here, and it was later announced he will speak Monday afternoon.
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Convention of United Mine Workers of America
Tomlinson Hall, Indianapolis, Indiana
January 25, 1901, Afternoon Session-Mother Jones Speaks
President Mitchell: Ladies and gentlemen: There are few persons in the Industrial movement who have impressed themselves upon the toilers as has the one who will address you this afternoon. During the long years of struggle in which the miners engaged they have had no more staunch supporter, no more able defender than the one we all love to call Mother. I don’t believe there is a Mine Worker from one end of the country to the other who does not know her name. It gives me great pleasure to pre- sent to you this afternoon Mother Jones.
Mrs. Mary Jones: Fellow toilers, it seems strange that you should have selected the month of January for your conventions. It has a lesson by which you may well profit, and no craft needs more to profit by that lesson than the miners. The month of January represents two seasons, a part of the dead winter and a part of the beautiful coming spring. I realize as well as you do that you have traveled over stormy paths, that you have rubbed up against the conflict of the age, but I am here to say that you have come out victorious, and in the future you will stand as the grand banner organization. My brothers, we are entering on a new age. We are confronted by conditions such as the world perhaps has never met before in her history.
We have in the last century solved one great problem that has confronted the ages in the mighty past. It had ever been the riddle of the people of the world. The problem of production has been solved for the human race; the problem of this country will lie with the workers to solve, that great and mighty and important problem, the problem of possession. You have in your wisdom, in your quiet way, with a little uprising here and a little uprising there solved the problem of the age. You have done your work magnificently and well; but we have before us yet the grandest and greatest work of civilization.
We have before us the emancipation of the children of this nation. In the days gone by we found the parents filled with love and affection. As the mother looked upon her new-born boy, as she pressed him to her bosom, she thought, “Some day, he will be the man of this nation; some day I shall sacrifice myself for the education, the developing of his brain, the bringing out of his grander, nobler qualities. But, oh, my brothers, that is past, that has been killed! Today, my friends, we look into the eyes of the child of the Proletariat as it enters into the conflict of this life, and we see the eyes of the poor, helpless little creature appealing to those who have inhabited the world before it. Now when the father comes home the first question he asks is “Mary, is it a boy or a girl?” When she answers, “It is a boy, John,” he says, “Well, thank God! he will soon be able to go to the breakers and help earn a living with me.” If it is a girl there is no loving kiss, no caress for her for she cannot be put to the breakers to satisfy capitalistic greed.
But my friends, the capitalistic class has met you face to face today to take the girls as well as the boys out of the cradle. Wherever you are in mighty numbers they have brought their factories to take your daughters and slaughter them on the altar of capitalistic greed. They have built their mines and breakers to take your boys out of the cradle; they have built their factories to take your girls; they have built on the bleeding, quivering hearts of yourselves and your children their palaces. They have built their magnificent yachts and palaces; they have brought the sea from mid-ocean up to their homes where they can take their baths—and they don’t give you a chance to go to the muddy Missouri and take a bath in it.
My friends, we are here to tell you that the mothers of this nation will join hands with you in the mighty conflict ahead. We are here to tell you that no more will the mother reach down into the cradle and take the babe out of it and sell it for so many hours a day to their capitalistic masters. You older men here today can go back in memory with me to the time of chattel slavery, when the babe was torn from his mother’s breast and sold; how she wailed and mourned and pleaded with the God of justice to give her a chance to save her child. But, my friends, when that child was taken from her she had no other redress than to lay down on Mother Earth and ask if it was for this reason and purpose her babe was sent to her. But, my friends, we have abolished that, so far as the chattel is concerned; but we have transferred it all to the little white slave.
When I look into the faces of the little toiling children and see their appealing eyes, it touches the tender chord of a mother’s heart. Think of these helpless little things with no one to fight their battles but labor’s hosts! No church, no charity organization, no society, no club takes up the war in their behalf; it is only labor and labor’s force that come to their rescue. I stand here today to appeal to you in behalf of the helpless children. I want all of you to go to your homes and act as missionaries in their behalf. Get your brothers into your organization, bring them up under the banner of a coming civilization where we can take the little children and put them in the school room and educate them for the benefit of the nation.
One stormy night at Coleraine [Pennsylvania] I went down to see the little breaker boys as they came into the schoolroom. The little fellows came to me and said they wanted to get organized, because they had a mighty mean boss and they wanted to lick him. I explained to them that they are in bondage owing to the indifference of their own fathers and mothers. I told them that there was a glimmer of light for them, and that I hoped their condition would soon be better. Then I said to them, “In all the years your father has worked what has he now as a compensation for his years and years of labor?” One little fellow, whose face was old and withered with the hard tasks he had to perform, stood up and looked me in the face and said, “Mother Jones, all my father has is the hump on his back and the miner’s asthma.” It occurred to me that that child was a far better philosopher than the father was. The father had not stopped to think what his compensation would be, but the child had reasoned it out.
We are in an age of reason, we are in an age when men and women are thinking. You know as well as I that a way back when women started out to compete with men, when the machine came in, you stood appalled at that machine, and your first thought was to smash it, not to own it, there came with the machine another competitor—women. You tried to close your doors against her; your colleges and universities were closed against her; she had no ballot to pave the way; she had no way of advancing herself but that true grand character implanted in her by the hand of nature and her confidence in the everlasting future. She loved the human race, she perceived the wrongs that one part of the race was suffering under, and she took down the bars and made you let us in.
My friends, it is often asked, “Why should a woman be out talking about miners’ affairs?” Why shouldn’t she? Who has a better right? Has she not given you birth? Has she not raised you and cared for you? Has she not struggled along for you? Does she not today, when you come home covered with corporation soot, have hot water and soap and towels ready for you? Does she not have your supper ready for you, and your clean clothing ready for you? She doesn’t own you, though, the corporations own you, and she knows that well. She is well aware that she is as yet needed as a tool; but she is rapidly, steadily breaking down the bars, she is entering every avenue. She did not have to go to war, she did not have to take up a gatling gun and a bayonet to do it: She did it by love, by reason, and appeal.
When the Galilean was here did he appeal to men for sympathy, for love? No. When all the world looked dark around him, when men said “Hang him” Mary and the others stood by him and said “We love you.” Woman’s mission here below is that of love, not that of war, and when the whole world turns you out, you come home to your loving wife, or mother, or sister, and they take you in.
My friends, I am not the only woman who is going to take up the battle of the miners. We propose to organize every mining camp in this country, we propose to get our women together and keep them together. We were with you in your battles, we were with you in your darkest hour, we were with you in your prosperity, and I believe we should be with you in your organization. Of course some Smart Aleck will say, “O, but the women talk too much; they tell everything they know!” Let me tell you that if the women had half so glib tongues as some of you men I would hate to be a woman. If you know anything after you have met in the union at night, it simply burns you until you can run over to the boss by the back door and tell him about it. If you can get a smile from these worms of the earth it is the greatest compensation you can get.
I read in the papers this morning about your tendering a vote of thanks to an operator who addressed you yesterday. I want you to stop this. You have nothing to thank them for. I want you to know that they are the fellows who should thank you, not you thank them. What right have you to thank them? When I saw that in the paper this morning I was indignant, and I said to myself, “Those fellows have not got over being serfs yet, and I will have to get after them.” You are living in America, in America where Patrick Henry and Jefferson lived, those heroes of days gone by, and they are the ones you ought to thank.
I want to see an awakening among you. I don’t want to see any more strikes; I want strikes done away with. We have come out of one great and mighty battle. I watched with an eagle eye your chief [John Mitchell] as he sat in that old room in Hazleton [Pennsylvania] weary and worn, thinking hard, and making a friend of no one but his God and himself, thinking only of the 145,000 human souls that he had in his care. Let me say that I looked upon him and I thought, “Your mother is dead, but she has left to the human race God’s noblest work, an honest man.” In the dark hours, my friends, when they brought the militia in—by the way it was that corporation dog of an officer [William A. Stone, Governor of Pennsylvania] that you fellows elected by your votes that did that—in those times he felt that there was a just God, and that the battle we were in was for justice and that we would win.
When I looked at your leader I thought of another man of the years gone by. The other day I took up my paper and read a notice that Martin Irons was dead, and I thought, “You good, you noble soul, you fought the battle of labor well. You died in poverty, you died alone, died deserted as the Galilean died; but you left behind you a record of worth and goodness and honesty that the whole Gould system could not buy.” But he died in poverty. Yes, he died in poverty, but he left a wealth of honor, right and justice behind. I would rather be Martin Irons dying alone and in poverty, and know that there wasn’t a single thing to mark my grave, than to be McKinley or Mark Hanna, or anyone else in the world.
Now I want to say a warning note to you. I have not entered the labor movement today. I have seen it rise and fall. I have seen many of your leaders walk over your backs into high positions and leave you behind in the struggle. I have watched the movements of the capitalistic class. Martin Irons could not be bought, and he went down in defeat. The American Railway Union could not be bought, because Eugene V. Debs would not sell out. My friends, when the capitalistic class cannot buy one of these, its next work is to ruin them. This is their work before you now. They were not able to buy your leader, they could not touch him with their millions. But they will send into your ranks their minions in order to bring on trouble, and they will make it their aim to ruin him. But I want to tell you now that they have a job on their hands.
We have lived a few years since Martin Irons, and we will look behind us now. We have our pickets out, and there isn’t a traitor in the camp that we cannot put our hands on tonight if we want to. I will say here that when the men of this organization sell it out to the corporations there will be women enough in the country to sell you out so you will not live any more. I am warning you to take care of yourselves. Women and children, my friends, are not going to be bartered away any more.
Sitting here on my left, as Mr. Mitchell is on my right, is one near my heart [William B. Wilson]. In the great conflict we passed through last year for three long months not a dollar came into the home for his wife and children. He walked in highways with his feet out through his shoes while he was fighting labor’s battles; and when the Erie Company could not back him down in any other way they thought to buy him. They went to him with their offers. He said to them, “Gentlemen, if you have come to pay me a friendly visit you can have the hospitality of my house; but if you came to ask me to sell my fellow men, there is the door.” That man was W. B. Wilson. I stand here to shake hands with such men; I thank God such men are here. I thank God that you fellows have such men at the helm. Where they are I have no fear of the future.
I believe we will get together and stay together and bury all personalities. We will join hands together for the emancipation of the human race. We do not live for ourselves alone. We are not building here today for now; we are building for long years to come, and the foundation which you lay with aching backs and your bleeding hands and your sore hearts will not perish with the years. It will grow and grow and live, and when the enemies of this organization shall lie mouldering in the grave and the world will have forgotten that they ever lived, your organization and your work will live. The men and women that are with you are with you because they know you are right.
Just think of it! While over in Virginia I got a statement from some of the miners at the Red Ash mine. I got this from the person who heard it read from the books. Fifty human souls were murdered inside that mine. One morning they went from their homes down into that mine, after bidding their wives and children goodbye they never saw those wives and little ones again. They were slaughtered, murdered, and when they were about to be buried the corporation which murdered them had the list of the men called out from the books, and the clerk said, “Two dollars for a suit of clothes, five dollars for a coffin, five cents for a necktie, ten cents for a pair of stockings, fifteen cents for a bosom to cover his breast.” That was all that poor miner was worth to that corporation. Mind you, that did not come out of their pockets. That man had worked four years and a half for them and during all that time he had to pay twenty-five cents a month into a burial fund, yet when they came to bury him the corporation, like the robber it was, put half of the amount into its pockets.
Of course it is a crime to offend the dignity of the gentlemen who compose the corporation by calling them robbers. You must call them gentlemen, I suppose I will be told, but here is one who is going to call them robbers.
In New York they are going to give a charity ball. I suppose it is a kind of restitution to the people they have been robbing for years. They will spend thousands and thousands of dollars for decorating their old carcasses, and they go into a hall and admire one another; and if we were to sit up in the gallery and venture to look at them they would wonder what such a lot of Wops wanted in the world anyhow. Then some smart newspaper man will take his gilt pen and sit down and write of the beautiful Mr. So and So who was there, and of the beautiful Mrs. So and So who was there, and how they were dressed, and how splendid it all was.
Splendid! Yes, my friends, but they are dancing on the minds and hearts of the men and women they have robbed, dancing on the hearts of the little children who are working in their factories and of the boys and girls working everywhere.
In Freeland [Pennsylvania] I held a meeting for the boys and girls from the silk mills. They were on a strike and one morning they tried to keep the scab children from working. The children went into the factory to work, and the poor little outside ones entered a protest and called them “Blackleg,” and “scab,” and a burly policeman took one girl by the hair of the head and dragged her to the police station and she was put under three hundred dollars bond. The bond was furnished and they took her home, but the fright and ill treatment had made her ill, and she had three hemorrhages of the lungs. There was not a dollar in the house to get food or medicine or a doctor for her. Think of that.
When the children stood on the platform of a hall we had hired for them to expose the corporations one little boy of twelve came to the front and told us that he worked thirteen hours at night, that they paid him one cent an hour; but that these same people had gone to the church and put in a magnificent stained glass window in it. Did you ever hear a minister say one word about the condition of these children? We did not find one minister to defend these children.
In the Scriptures they can see where the Master said, “Suffer little children to come unto me.” My friends, I believe we should clasp our hands and come out together in defense of these little children. I can see an appeal in their eyes which seems to ask what they have done that they should be battered and knocked about as they are. There are children under age in those factories.
You know they have factory inspectors that are like some of your mine inspectors. The inspector, you know, walks in with the superintendent, and down Avenue A in the mine, but never enters Smoke A at all. He would not go in there at all, because the superintendent has put a bottle of champagne into his stomach and the gas might not agree with him. Then he goes out and writes his report in this fashion, “Everything in good condition. The mine is entirely free from gas.” That was what the inspector said of the Red Ash mine two days before those fifty men were murdered.
That is what the factory inspector does. While the factory inspector is being taken over the mill there are children hidden in closets and locked up there until he leaves. These things are all wrong. We don’t believe in the murder of these helpless little children. This is the reason we are joining hands with you.
Take your women as an auxiliary organization; let them help you out; with their assistance you can solve the problem. You know that no business man in days gone by succeeded in business when he kept his business from his wife. The trusts have got ahead of us there, however. Your wives and your daughters can make your organization much more entertaining and interesting than it is.
I will stop here to say that you have reached the danger point in your organization. You have grown to be one of the greatest organizations of labor in the world. Now every grafter is going to begin looking to you for offices. Don’t you know that? They will all be out, and they will want the oflices. Watch those fellows! Watch them in your organizations, and if you don’t watch them I will. Keep your eye on the grafters. Sometimes they will put their names down for four or five oflices, so that if they lose one they will be sure to get another out of you. Be sure, my friends, the man who is true to you is not after every oflice you have to give. The man who is sincere does not care whether you give him an office or not. He is willing to work out his own salvation and help you work out yours. When I see those grafters reaching out to take from you, who go under the earth and delve ten and twelve hours a day, those offices, I am one of those who want to take them by the throat and choke them. I believe that the time is here for us to work. I believe the time is here to throw aside our own personalities. You must go out and work for the benefit of the whole and for the love we bear the children.
It saddens me when I see your little boys going out in the early morning and going down into the mines as I saw them in Virginia. I asked one miner why he took such a little fellow into the mine, as he was not able to work, and he said, “No, he is not able to work, but he can get a turn.” I want to say to you that the man or woman who would undertake to sell and rob and plunder those children is not fit to be classed with human beings. The man or woman who would witness such scenes as I have witnessed in West Virginia would betray God Almighty if he betrayed those people. Ah, my brothers, I shall consider it an honor if, when you write my epitaph upon my tombstone, you say, “Died fighting their battles in West Virginia.” You may say what you please about the West Virginia miners being “No good.” Every dirty old miner out there is not a Virginian. He is very apt to be an old scab that the rest of you hunted out of your fields. I met in Virginia some of the noblest men I have met in the country.
I wanted to hold a meeting at Red Ash, and stood on the track just above the place. A fellow there said I could not cross over, and when I asked him why he said because he owned half the river, and I told him God Almighty owned the other half and I stood in with Him. Well, we went over and we held a meeting and as those big fellows stood around I felt as though I wanted to take every one of those twenty-five young drivers and caress them. I wanted better conditions for them; that it would make them nobler men, and I determined that every effort we could put forth must be put forth there.
I realize that the robbers there don’t want us to organize. They did not want me to help organize those young men, but they could not prevent us from organizing; we organized anyhow. They locked the school houses and the churches against us, but we got the boys together and organized them. We brought them together there, and it can be done in other parts of the state, and I feel that before another year West Virginia will be lined up and every miner in it will be with you. Those poor fellows in West Virginia realize that they have been neglected. You have not dealt fairly with them; you cannot find fault with them; the conditions that surround them are very unfavorable, We have to go over the hills and mountains to find some of the bands of slaves.
I wish you could see how some of them live. The conditions that surround them are wretched. The women have to take their buckets and bring coal down from the pit mouth; and when they want water they have to go three blocks for it and pay a dollar a month for it at that. They have pluck-me stores and every invention known to robbery and rascality to contend with. Why, the Czar of Russia, tyrant that he is, is a gentleman compared with some of the fellows there who oppress these people.
Now, my friends, we propose to go back there again. They told us to go out; but you know that when a woman is ordered to do anything she will do just the reverse. Those operators are not slick at all, for if they were they would say, “Stay in.” But they told us to go out, and said their courts were issuing injunctions. I am going back there. Do you understand that? I will tell you why. Patrick Henry said in that old State House in Philadelphia that I was guaranteed the right of free speech while I lived; I am not dead yet. If those fellows put me in jail, I trust I have friends enough in the United States to see that the law is tested, and maybe we will put the judge in jail before we get through. That is more than you fellows will do. You know you will run when they tell you they will put you in jail. No battle was ever won for civilization that the jails and the scaffolds did not hold the salt of the earth. And it is because there were women enough true to the race. They said, “Build your scaffolds if you want to, and hang us; but our dangling bodies will tell the people that we died for principle.” We live in America, and we are going to fight for American principles.
Before you meet here again it may be that I shall have gone home; that I may be at rest in my grave. I may never again meet you in convention; but I plead with you to be true, to be men, not cringing serfs, and above all, not traitors to your organization. Go deep down into your heart and look into its secret recesses, and if you have betrayed your organization swear on the altar of this convention that you will go home and undo the wrong you have done, and try to do something in the future for the benefit of the human race. Stop a moment and think of what I say before you become traitors to your organization, before you give the secret workings of your organization to the enemy.
Think of the thousands and thousands of children you are helping them to slaughter, and think that you will be held more guilty of their murder than the capitalistic class you are aiding. The man who betrays his organization is a demon incarnate. The man who sells those children into slavery has not a particle of manhood in him. When you find one of those traitors in your organization, one of those who are in there for the benefit of the corporations, you just give him a coat of tar and feathers and march him down the streets with the word “Traitor” on him, and he will never sell you out again.
This is the most important convention in your history, and it is the greatest. I want you to be reasonable. I don’t want you, on account of the victories you have won, to get up and think you have it all. It took thirty years to get that victory for you. Don’t be in a hurry; be a little slow. Use your reason and your better judgment. Don’t ask for too much-not but that I want all I can for you—but I know we cannot get it all at once; that we have to get at the capitalists a little slow because they are consolidating and organizing their forces, they are getting together everywhere and controlling everything.
Why, they are even discharging the professors in the colleges who dare to speak for the right. I had a letter from California. The letter said that Mrs. Stanford had discharged some of the professors because they had been teaching socialism. The boy who wrote the letter said, “Say, Mother Jones, will you bring your McAdoo women here with their brooms to sweep the scab professor when he comes?” You see the students are beginning to think.
It is an industrial revolution, my friends, that has been going on for one hundred and fifty years unnoticed by the masses and the classes; but now the pressure has been brought to bear so hard upon the shoulders of the toilers that they are beginning to think and reason; they are putting away their prejudices and saying to themselves, “Why is it? We produce and yet we have nothing.” When they have solved that question they have solved the riddle of the ages.
The people the world over are thinking. In Austria not long ago they had a textile strike, an enormous strike. They called the militia out, as they sometimes do in this country. The leader of the strike said, “You are iron men, we are human men; we made those irons, we call on you to lay those arms down,” and they did lay them down, and all the crowned heads in Europe trembled. That did not get out through the press, however, but the result was that the strike was settled.
We made those fellows at Panther Creek ground arms the morning we met them; they didn’t bayonet anyone that morning. We are the bayonets; we are the people. We produce the wealth of the nation; we support the President and the Cabinet and the National Government—and you bet your life that gang that are in there now won’t be there when we women can vote. We will have Mark Hanna digging coal.
Now, boys, listen to me. This year the Chinese Exclusion Act expires. The politicians took good care that your attention was not called to it before election. Let me tell you, my friends, that you are up against it. If you don’t get your organization solidly in line you are going to be confronted with the conditions that confronted you before, and for that reason I plead with you to stand by your organization, and each and every one of you go home shaking hands with each brother saying, “By the eternal stars of heaven, we are cemented together, never to separate until we win out!” I know something of the Chinese. I was in California when that question was agitating the people there, and I have had the hose turned on me for helping to agitate it. Five or six of us used to get together and keep talking, and gradually more joined us, a few at a time, and at last it became a national question. Then the fight went on at that end of the nation to save you; now you have got to do the fighting at this end of the nation, and you will have to save yourselves.
Notwithstanding that you are paying Powderly an enormous salary they are sending in the Italians in enormous numbers. They go through by the thousands, and his old “Nibs” never says a word about it. I want you to pass a resolution asking him to either give up his salary or attend to his business.
Now, my boys, I want you to be good, and I want you to be true, and I want you to be men. I have seen the rise and fall of organizations; I know the danger [ahead?]. I know the capitalistic class looks upon us with a little bit of fear. I know they feel they could buy your leaders; that you are secure as far as they are concerned; but I also know that they will put in your midst those who will try to disrupt your organization and get up factional fights. Let me tell you one thing to do. When men get up factional fights in your organization expel them immediately. They are dangerous; they have wrecked organizations in the past; they will do it in the future. I believe in you, and I believe that at heart the great majority of you are right, and I believe that you want your organization to go on, and grow, and I believe that nearly all of you will stick to it or die.
Bear this in mind, however, my boys, that the men who fought your battles bravely have always stood alone while you have thrown at them stones of calumny. They stood serene, because they saw down the future. I want to say to you younger men here, and I say as one who stands here for perhaps the last time, that I plead with you to build your organization and to stay by it at the risk of your lives. It is for the future civilization. I don’t say that it will do everything for you; but it is the school, the college, it is where you learn to know and to love each other and learn to work with each other and bear each other’s burdens, each other’s sorrows and each other’s joys. I say again, be true to your leaders and to your organization.
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SOURCES
Quote Mother Jones, UMWC Ipl IN, Jan 25, 1901
MJ Speeches, Steel, p13
https://books.google.com/books?id=vI-xAAAAIAAJ
The Indianapolis Journal
(Indianapolis, Indiana)
-Jan 26, 1901
https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn82015679/1901-01-26/ed-1/seq-8/
The Speeches and Writings of Mother Jones
-ed by Edward M. Steel
University of Pittsburgh Press, 1988
https://books.google.com/books?id=vI-xAAAAIAAJ
https://digital.library.pitt.edu/islandora/object/pitt%3A31735035254105/viewer#page/26/mode/2up
Minutes of the Twelfth Annual Convention of the United Mine Workers of America, Indianapolis, Indiana, January 21 to 30, 1901
(Scroll down to Box 103, Reel 41-x5)
(Note: held at Tomlinson’s Hall, sadly not found online thus far)
https://libraries.catholic.edu/special-collections/archives/collections/finding-aids/finding-aids.html?file=mitchell#series2
IMAGE
Mother Jones, at Her Lecture Stand, Detail, Phl Iq p1, Sept 24, 1900
https://www.newspapers.com/image/167226270/
See also:
Hellraisers Journal – Monday February 11, 1901
Mother Jones News Round-Up for January 1901, Part I
Found in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and Indianapolis, Indiana
Jan 26, 1901-Indianapolis News, Mother Jones Speaks at UMW Convention Jan 25 PM, Debs Invited
https://www.newspapers.com/clip/68654319/jan-26-1901-indianapolis-news-mother/
Jan 26, 1901-Philadelphia Times-Mother Jones Speaks at UMWA Convention, “High Tribute to Debs”
https://www.newspapers.com/clip/70096314/jan-26-1901-philadelphia-times-mother/
See following and scroll down for notes re Mother’s Speech at 1901 UMW Convention:
Hellraisers Journal – Sunday January 27, 1901
Indianapolis, Indiana – Mother Jones Speaks at Mine Workers’ Convention
Hellraisers Journal – Monday January 28, 1901
Indianapolis, Indiana – Mother Jones Speaks to Miners, Part I
Hellraisers Journal – Tuesday January 29, 1901
Indianapolis, Indiana – Mother Jones Speaks to Miners, Part II
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